One snowbank, three determined alphas, and the control I swore I’d never lose.
I had everything planned down to the minute. Run Honeyridge Falls’ Valentine’s Day festival, keep my perfectionist reputation intact, and absolutely ignore the way three certain alphas kept finding reasons to be wherever I was working.
My plan was flawless: color-coded schedules, backup plans for my backup plans, and zero time for distractions.
No nesting. No pack. No losing control.
Then my car gets buried in a snowbank on a mountain road, and I end up at Ben’s cabin just as the blizzard of the decade hits. Suddenly I’m snowed in with the mechanic who hides his heart behind terrible jokes, the quiet woodworker who’s been building me a nesting bench I didn’t know existed, and the bartender who sees through every wall I’ve built.
And my heat suppressants? Sitting on the passenger seat of my buried car. Miles away.
Ben Wilson makes me laugh when I’ve forgotten how. Elijah Smith shows me that sometimes actions speak louder than words. Milo Stone treats my walls like a challenge he’s determined to win.
Control wasn’t supposed to slip. But as the snow piles higher and my heat approaches, I’m learning that sometimes the best-laid plans are the ones that fall apart.
I thought I was just heading home from a meeting. Turns out, I was heading straight toward my pack.
A cozy why-choose omegaverse romance filled with forced proximity, a winter storm, protective alphas, and the kind of surrender that feels like coming home. This is a standalone romance with heat, heart, and a guaranteed HEA.