Epilogue
Savannah
O ne year later
“What if they hate me?” I grumble as I fuss with my sundress.
“He’s not going to hate you,” Jake laughs. “He’s excited to see you. Both of your parents are.”
“You sure they’re not going to toss me to the side because I don’t remember them?” I raise a brow.
He gives me a blank look. “No.”
“Okay, if you say so.” I throw my arms in the air, making him chuckle.
Am I being a bit dramatic, maybe. But I’m six months pregnant in the middle of summer. I’d say I have the right to be cranky. You would be, too, if you were carrying twins.
Once things started to settle down at home, my body felt safe enough to go into another heat. After five days of wild sex, these two little ones were created.
When the guys found out, they were over the moon.
A part of me was worried after everything we’ve been through.
This pregnancy has been a way better experience than when I was pregnant with Athena.
Sure, the morning sickness kicked my ass, and I look like I swallowed a whale, but this time, I have a pack of men who love and adore me.
They’ve been nothing short of amazing. Always making sure I’m comfortable, never letting me go hungry. I’ve been pampered like crazy, and I fucking love it. Makes me want to be pregnant all the time.
Joking, because at this point in the pregnancy, everything’s a bitch.
The guys have told me how the entire pregnancy was a much better experience for them this time around. With Ashley–gag–they never felt like they could truly get the whole experience because their relationship was professional between them and her. At least they were determined to keep it that way, with no help from Ashley, who was always trying to insert herself into a pack that wasn’t hers.
They didn’t get to talk to the baby while she was in utero or feel the kicks whenever they wanted.
Now, they get to cuddle with my belly, talk to it, sing to it, and even read it stories whenever they want.
Sometimes Athena will sit down and draw pictures on my belly with her daddies.
And every time, I’m reminded how blessed I am.
My life has become so busy, I hardly have time to kill anymore.
The bloodlust hasn’t been as strong. After I got rid of the worst of the worst on my list, I took a step back, letting Duchess choose who lived and who died.
They weren’t worth my time anymore. Not when I’d rather be spending it with the people I love. I have a new life, a new start, and I want to enjoy every moment of it. Never will I take a second of it for granted.
“Ready?” Walker pops his head into the room.
“No,” I grumble.
His face slips into a smile. “Fuck me, Little Killer, you look edible,” he growls low, eyeing me up.
“Then eat me.” I flutter my eyelashes.
“Nice try,” he chuckles. “Let’s go.”
“Ugh,” I huff, waddling my ass towards the door, Jake right behind me.
A few months ago, I let Jake know that I was ready for my parents to know I was alive. I wanted him to be the one to tell them, but also let them know I wasn’t ready to meet them face to face yet.
It isn’t easy. To the world, Savannah Banks is dead. She died the day she was taken. From her ashes rose Savannah Holloway.
I still don’t remember my past, and honestly at this point, I don’t want to. I’ve built a new life, new memories. I can’t grieve for something I don’t remember.
But I couldn’t live with my parents thinking I was dead. They clearly loved me. My dad lost everything trying to find me.
A part of me hopes I can build something with them. Seeing Walker with his parents has made me crave something I didn’t know I wanted.
Jake told me that when he broke the news to them, they were ecstatic. They didn’t care about the fact that I wanted to stay dead to the rest of the world or that they couldn’t tell anyone I was alive at my request.
They were just happy I was alive and safe.
Jake kept in touch, emailing them and sending photos of the baby.
But with the new little ones coming along, I thought it was time to meet them face to face.
“Looking good, Savvy,” Jerry compliments, grinning when he sees me.
“Thanks, hero.” I wink.
“Stop,” Caleb growls.
“Why?” Jerry grins. “I love seeing you get all jealous.”
“It’s not fair.” He throws his hands up. “I missed out on that hero bond because you lied to me.” He glares at his brother.
So, the whole FBI thing? Yeah, it turns out Caleb isn’t a regular cop. Jerry was undercover on my case, a case Caleb was supposed to be on, but was taken off of without his knowledge because the higher-ups felt like he was getting too emotionally involved. He’s still very pissed about that.
Caleb was working a case of his own. Turns out that female partner he had—I was right to hate that bitch—was shady as fuck and was involved in some fucked up shit with the medical center I found them at.
“Listen, I’m not sorry I saved your Omega.” Jerry shrugs.
“It’s because I’m amazing, isn’t it?” I flutter my eyes.
“Definitely,” he chuckles.
“How are my brother and my sister best friends with my Omega?” Caleb grumbles.
“Don’t be upset.” I grin, wrapping my arms around him the best I can. “You’re still my bedroom hero. You save me every day,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.
His face softens. “I fucking love you.” He kisses me, and I moan, cursing when slick coats my thighs.
Everyone around us groans. “Stop it, you two,” Duchess chastises as she comes into the room. “I don’t think Savannah’s parents want to smell how turned on she is.”
“I don’t wanna smell how turned on she is,” Jerry grumbles as he leaves the room.
“I do.” Caleb grins. “I wanna taste it too.”
“Gross,” Duchess scoffs, putting her hands over her ears and turning around, leaving the way she came. “I’m going to hang out with Carter. He’s cooler than all you weirdos.”
A few months ago, Carter was taken out of his home and put into CPS. A neighbor went to check on him when they didn’t see the parents come or go from their apartment in days.
Turns out they took the winnings from some fucking scratch ticket and left Carter home alone.
When Jake told me what happened, I called Caleb and we went down to the department's office and fought to have him placed under our care.
With Caleb’s pull and the influence Jake had in Carter's life, he was calling our place home only a few days later.
Having him here has been nothing short of amazing. He fits right in. The guys adore him, he’s helpful with Athena, and he’s my little buddy. He’s a pretty big fan of Thor, too. I think Thor likes him even more than me at this point.
Between Carter, Thor and Bowley Pintips, they make quite the trio.
I hate that Carter had to go through so much at such a young age, but I’m glad he’s here with us now. Safe and happy. That little boy won’t know what it feels like to go hungry anymore and will be reminded how much he is loved every single day.
Laughing, I let Leroy change me into new panties. “Thank you, Daddy,” I murmur when he stands.
“Fucking hell, Little Monster. You're going to kill me, you know that?”
I may have been overusing the daddy nickname since I’ve become pregnant. What? I get amazing sex out of it, I’m not sorry at all.
“Okay, let’s go.” I take a deep breath.
“You got this, baby,” Leroy encourages. “They’re good people.”
Nodding, I head out into the backyard. When I see them sitting at the picnic table, I come to a stop.
There, a woman dressed in an elegant summer dress with long blonde hair sits with Athena on her lap. She’s smiling and laughing, talking to her with the baby voice we all use.
The man sitting next to her looks the polar opposite of her. He has slicked-back black hair and is dressed in a dress shirt and slacks.
Seeing them with Athena, the love in their eyes that they have for her, makes my heart clench.
Something flashes in my mind, almost like a vision. It’s them, only they look like a younger version of themselves.
It’s like I’m looking up at them, as they smile down at me. “Come on, Anna,” the blond woman says. “The fireflies are out.”
“I got the jars!” The man shouts, a big smile on his face.
I take the woman's hand with this overwhelming feeling of love and excitement.
We all laugh as we run towards a hill, so happy and carefree.
Blinking, I’m brought out of the vision. Not a vision. A memory.
Tears spill down my cheeks as that same feeling from the memory consumes me as I lock eyes with my parents.
They smile wide even though they have tears in their eyes, and all I want to do is take their hands, letting them know everything's going to be okay.
Because it is.
Against all odds, this broken Omega with no hope of escaping hell made it out.
She found her perfect pack where she would always be loved and accepted, wanted and cherished.
She got back the one thing that meant the most to her in the world.
Her future is bright, filled with family and friends.
And a pack who would burn the world down for her if she asked.
And that Omega... is me.
The End.