Page 190 of His Forsaken Alpha

“It’s both our jobs to take care of one another,” Wynter corrected, a brow rising.

When he was done, he tossed the washcloth through the doorway into the bathroom and eyed the bed.

“While I’d love to be lazy and lie in bed all evening, I really would like to take a look around,” Wynter said.

“Be my guest,” Cav said, smiling proudly.

Wynter ambled out of their bedroom and into the main living space. Cav climbed from the bed and paused at the door, leaning on the frame and watching. He spied the space again, one he’d seen a million times, but he tried to see if from Wynter’s POV.

He’d changed little from the original footprint—though he had added a few feet on either end to give him a little more space. Instead of the kitchenette he’d had, he had a full kitchen. His bedroom and the bath were larger, and he’d converted the second bedroom into his writing room slash library as he’d always planned to do.

The biggest change was the updated fixtures and wiring. The cabin had originally been built as a hunting lodge for a family, not meant to live in full-time. He’d not needed much when he’d bought it, mostly just a landing point and a spot to write between travels, not that those needs had changed. He’d made most of the upgrades with hope in the back of his mind, that he’d one day bring Wynter there. Cav had wanted his omega to be more comfortable and hopefully he’d managed that.

“Is this the original fireplace?” Wynter asked as he caressed one of the smooth, gray river rocks.

“For the most part,” Cav said. “I had to replace a few stones but the bulk of it is the same you sat in front of to warm up.”

Cav got lost in time for a few seconds, remembering walking back from his speedy shower and quick change to find Wynter kneeling there, the flames casting their golden glow over his gorgeous face and hair. He’d looked like an angel then, too, and his heart had clenched. It was then that he’d known he was fully and truly lost.

“Thisis new,” Wynter murmured, caressing the edge of a big screen TV that hung over the fireplace.

“Don’t judge me for my small pleasures. I love movies. Always have.”

“I look forward to curling up on the couch beside you with a roaring fire and whatever movie you want to watch,” Wynter said. He scrunched his nose. “Though I would prefer nothing gory, please.”

“You don’t like scary ones, hmm?”

“Scary is fine. I like a good thriller. I just don’t need to see blood and gore.” Wynter paused, shivering.

“Are you cold? I can start that fire.”

“I’m fine,” Wynter murmured. He tilted his head. “Although, I am surprised it’s as warm in here considering there’s no fire and it’s chill outside.

“Another upgrade,” Cav said, smiling. “Electric heat for the days I don’t feel like going out to chop wood.”

Wynter chuckled. “Smart.” He moved to the island bar that separated the kitchen from the living room. “I remember this was smaller? Though, I didn’t really go into the kitchen at all that week.”

“It is. I added a bit of space.” He smiled. “I’m shocked you noticed.”

Wynter met his gaze. “The week I spent with you here is burned inside my memory banks. I’ve relived it time and time again.”

“Now we get to make new memories here.”

Wynter stalked closer, smiling. He wrapped his arms around Cav’s waist and leaned in. “I can’t wait.”

Cav stole a kiss and stared down into Wynter’s upturned face. His heart clenched at the satisfied smile he found there. “You haven’t seen it all. I don’t want to toss you in bed and ravish you once more and have you complain I didn’t allow you a full tour.”

Wynter clicked his tongue. “I wasn’t complaining. I just wanted to be a little nosy and see how it compared to the version I remembered.”

Cav swatted Wynter’s ass gently. “Go on… finish comparing.”

Wynter scowled at him. The upturned corners of his lips ruined the effect. He padded barefoot toward the back of the house, where he found the writing room. Cav followed behind, grinning to himself.

The light flicked on, and Wynter gasped. “Dear Gods, Cav… did a bomb blow up in here?”

Cav chuckled and peeked past Wynter. To call his writing room disordered was an understatement. The rest of the house was neat and orderly… allowing him to relax. There was no relaxing in his writing room. “It’s better that this place holds the chaos versus my head.”

“How can you find anything?”

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