Caroline's POV
When we finished work that evening, Draven seemed more relaxed. As we drove home, he took my hand and squeezed it gently.
"I have something I want to discuss with you," he said, his voice soft but serious.
"What is it?" I asked, curious about his tone.
"Since my parents died, I've never lived in the pack house. I couldn't bring myself to enter it without..." he paused, searching for words. "Without my Luna. Without you."
My heart melted at his confession. "Oh, Draven."
"Carlos and some omega servants have maintained it all these years. Now that we're engaged and our family is growing," he placed his free hand gently on my stomach, "I think it's time to make the pack house our home. The house is meant for the Alpha and Luna of the Storm Valley Pack."
"Are you sure you'
