Epilogue #2
"The guys are cool," Kevin says, shrugging. "Chase showed me the gym. And Elias was asking about my encryption methods on the Costa data. They treat me like… like I belong."
"You do belong, Kevin." I walk over and hug him. He’s taller than me now, lanky and awkward, but solid. "We’re safe."
"Because of him," Kevin says quietly. "He came for me, Kaila. He didn't know me. He just knew I mattered to you."
"Yeah," I whisper. "He did."
"He’s a good guy. Scary as hell. But good." Kevin pulls back, grinning. "Ready to get hitched to the Terminator?"
"Ready as I’ll ever be."
The ceremony is short. There’s no priest. Just Logan standing at the front of the room, looking serious in his cut. The brothers—Austin, Shane, Tristan—line the walls, arms crossed, faces proud. The cousins are there too, filling the space with leather and testosterone.
Kevin walks me down the aisle. The "aisle" is just a path cleared between rows of folding chairs, but it feels mile-long.
Daniel is waiting at the end.
He cleaned up. He’s wearing dark jeans, fresh boots, and a black button-down shirt under his leather cut. His hair is pulled back, exposing the sharp angles of his face. He watches me walk toward him with that same intense, predator focus he uses when he’s tracking a signal.
Like I’m the only signal in the world.
When I reach him, he doesn't wait for the preamble. He reaches out and pulls me to his side, his arm wrapping around my waist like a clamp.
"We are gathered here," Logan starts, his voice booming, "to witness the union of our brother, Daniel, and Kaila."
He looks at Daniel. "You vow to protect her?"
"With my life," Daniel says immediately. No hesitation. No script. Just fact.
Logan looks at me. "You vow to stand by him?"
"I do," I say. My voice is steady. "I’m not going anywhere."
"Right then." Logan grins. "By the power vested in me as President of the Broken Halos MC, and because the town of Pine Valley knows better than to argue with us, I pronounce you man and wife. Kiss her, Tracker."
Daniel turns me to face him. He cups my face in his hands, his thumbs stroking my cheekbones.
"Mine," he whispers, low enough that only I can hear. "Every code. Every secret. Every breath."
"Yours," I whisper back. "Every glitch. Every firewall."
He kisses me. It’s not a polite, wedding-day peck. It’s a claiming. It’s deep and slow and thorough, tasting of coffee and possession. The room erupts in cheers, whistles, and the stomping of boots, but I don’t hear them. I only feel the low, steady thrum of his presence against my chest.
The reception is a barbecue in the Clubhouse yard. Even in the snow, the Gunnars know how to throw a party. There are heat lamps, fire pits, and enough whiskey to tranquilize a grizzly bear.
I’m sitting on a bench near one of the fires, watching the chaos. Kevin is laughing with Rafe and Nick, gesturing wildly as he recounts some story. He looks happy.
"Cold?"
Daniel’s heat broadcasts itself behind me before he even moves. He drapes his heavy leather jacket over my shoulders. It smells like him—gun oil, leather, and the cold mountain air.
"No," I say, leaning back against his legs. He stands behind the bench, his hands resting on my shoulders. "Just watching."
"He’s going to be a good Prospect," Daniel says, following my gaze to Kevin. "Smart kid. We need brains. We have enough muscle."
"He wants to stay?"
"He asked Logan about it an hour ago. He wants to earn his keep. Says he doesn't want to be the victim anymore."
I nod, a lump forming in my throat. "I think that’s good."
"And you?" Daniel bends down, his lips brushing my ear. "You happy, Mrs. Gunnar?"
"Mrs. Gunnar." I test the name. It sounds heavy. Permanent. "The air is easier to breathe. I think I am."
"You can look over your shoulder," Daniel says. "But you’ll just see me."
"Is that a threat?"
"It’s a promise."
He comes around the bench and sits next to me, pulling me into his lap. I curl into him naturally, fitting against his chest like a missing puzzle piece.
"So," I trace the patch on his cut. Nomad. "You really gave it up? The road?"
"Road was lonely," he murmurs. "And cold. I found a better view."
"Yeah?" I look up at him. "What’s the view?"
He looks down at me, his eyes softening in a way that makes my stomach flip. "Smartass hacker with an attitude problem and a soldering iron."
I laugh. "You’re romantic, you know that?"
"I’m practical." He kisses my forehead. "And I’m home."
Across the yard, the gate buzzes. The brothers tense up instantly, hands going to waistbands. Old habits die hard. But it’s just a delivery truck from the bakery—Tiffany sent over more pies.
The tension bleeds out of the group, replaced by cheers for sugar.
I watch them—these giant, dangerous men who love as fiercely as they fight. My tribe. My family. For eight months, I was a ghost in the machine. Invisible. Untouchable. Alone. Now, I’m solid. I’m real.
His heavy arm is a permanent anchor. Above us, sparks from the fire drift into the night, lost among the cold, bright stars. I lean into his strength, letting the silence finally settle.
The End
Dear precious reader, thank you so much for reading Hunted by the Tracker!
Kaila Reyes used to be a digital ghost running for her life, but now she is a Gunnar, protected by a man who deleted her past to give her a future.
Feel the mountain air turn to fire as Daniel, the silent Tracker, clears his desk and claims his wife in the flickering glow of the monitors, proving that while the world outside may burn, he will always be the predator standing guard over her soul.
Lucia is a mafia princess being used as a pawn, but she’s about to find out that her three lethal silver-fox bodyguards—Nick, Rafe, and Jude—are ready to burn the world down to keep her and her secret baby safe.
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