Arlene's POV
Walking through our front door felt surreal after everything we had been through. Part of me expected to find the place destroyed or at least turned upside down by intruders. Instead, everything remained exactly as we had left it. The moment we stepped inside, the twins bolted straight toward their bedroom while I headed to the kitchen, setting my purse on the counter before opening the refrigerator to plan our evening meal. Deep down, I knew Isabel would never truly stay away from us, regardless of this being official Royal Rogue territory. The knowledge of what that designation truly meant now weighed heavily on my mind.
Warner moved behind me as I stood at the sink, his arms wrapping around my waist while I rinsed vegetables for a fresh salad. His warmth pressed against my back brought an immediate sense of comfort.
"Being back home feels incredible," he murmured against my ear.
