One runaway actress three unexpected alphas and a house that’s literally falling apart. I bought the cottage sight unseen after my life imploded across every gossip site. One bad breakup a million headlines and suddenly I was on a one-way trip to Honeyridge Falls. I didn’t know the first thing about small-town living. Or fixing up an actual house. But I was determined to figure it out on my own. No drama. No mates. No cameras. Just me a crumbling porch and a to-do list that keeps getting longer. Fix the roof. Paint the walls. Avoid alphas. Definitely don’t fall for anyone. Then I try to reheat a casserole nearly burn the place down and realize I might not be the DIY queen I imagined. Enter three alphas with toolbelts teasing smiles and far too much patience. Callum the gruff steady lumberman who teaches me how to use a hammer without judgment. Julian the quiet accountant who prefers books to people