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“Maybe.” Billy’s cheeks flushed pink. “Did you know there are about a million different types of cribs? How are we supposed to choose?”

“Together,” Cord said simply, settling back beside his mate. “We’ll figure it out together. Just like everything else.”

Billy leaned into him, sipping his chocolate contentedly. “Yeah. Together sounds perfect.”

And it was. Cord’s wolf settled, deeply satisfied. Their future stretched ahead, bright with possibility. All because one stubborn omega had gone home early from a party, leading Cord on the best hunt of his life.

“No regrets?” Billy asked quietly.

Cord pressed a kiss to his mate’s temple. “Not a single one, baby. Not one.”

The End