Epilogue
Electra
For the last two hours, Jabba and I have been setting out tables and chairs, making sure there’s enough firewood for the pits to get us through the night, and filling coolers with beer, water, and drinks for the kids. Even though I should be exhausted from all of the strenuous activity, I’m not. I’m feeling energized since there’s several water sources nearby, restoring my reserves.
We’re nearly done with the setup when I see an unfamiliar vehicle pull through the gates and park where the other cars are lined up, since the bikes take center stage in front of the clubhouse itself.
Looking at Jabba I murmur, “I wonder who that is?”
“Maybe it’s that woman Harmony wanted to invite,” he replies, unfolding the last stacked chair. The prospects have been helping as well, but they’re doing some of the really heavy stuff, like carrying the bags of ice for the coolers, getting the wood for the bonfire set up, and they did haul the tables and chairs out from the shed.
The pig is currently in the humongous roaster the club uses, and all the other meats have been prepped and are ready to be thrown on the grill. I giggle a little bit because there are multiple grills lined up, and from what Jabba has said, and what I’ve personally witnessed, several of the brothers will be handling the tongs and spatulas.
They’re all determined to earn bragging rights as the best griller or something to that effect. I swear to the goddess, they’ll turn anything into a competition. Personally, I think it’s their male egos wanting to preen, although I’m not sure who they’re doing that for seeing as the women who are here are already mated, and the club girls aren’t allowed to attend because it’s a family day.
“Clarify for me, Jabba. What exactly is it we’re celebrating today? There have been several different things mentioned and I want to make sure I congratulate everyone.” I mean, there’s Harmony’s pregnancy, of course, plus both Jazzy and Sage are doing well with homeschooling, so it could be anything at this point. Both girls are exceeding expectations, jumping to the head of their class in all subjects, and honestly, it’s a lot of fun helping Harmony teach Jazzy.
“I don’t know what everyone else is celebrating, but I’m celebrating you, Electra,” Jabba replies.
“No, Jabba. We’re celebrating us and you’ve given me one of the best adventures I’ve ever been given,” I murmur, leaning up and pecking him on his chin since that’s as far as my body will stretch.
“To us, Electra,” he says, lowering his face and capturing my lips with his.
“To us, Jabba,” I repeat once our lips unlock.
“Love you, my mate,” he tells me.
Tears gather in my eyes, because this is the first time he’s said the words instead of proving them with actions. “I love you too, my growly wolf.”
Bandit
Never in the history of ever did I expect to find my fated mate. And I sure as fuck didn’t think if I was so fortunate that she’d be a damn human. When I went to help Sloane with the stuff she was getting out of her car, the most enticing scent I’ve ever smelled curled into my psyche as my wolf whispered, “ Mate”.
The end… for now!