Instead of a Christmas gift under my tree, I got a birthday gift that was way more than I bargained for. Lyndon Birthdays are never great when they’re right next to a major holiday. But that never stopped my mom from trying Despite wanting a quiet moment for just me, she decided to go all out and make it “the best birthday ever.” Nothing could have prepared me for the gift that was practically laid out at my feet. Lily Holidays hit different when a death taints the joy. After my mom died, my dad, brothers, and I changed location and packs. We all needed this space to start again, to try to come to grips with the grief filling our hearts. As if she were giving us one last gift, we found the restaurant Mom planned out before she died, and as a tribute to her, we made it happen. Everything seemed to go our way, until a half-crazed alpha barged in and claimed my lips with his. Could this be fate? Or is my Christmas doomed to have yet another tragedy?