Epilogue
Six months later
Grime and dirt cover me from head down to booted feet. The thing about living on a ranch away from everyone is that you have to do everything yourself. Unless you want people around. I usually don’t… but sometimes I wonder if I should start changing the rules. Just a little bit.
Of course it won’t be like this forever. The ranch needed a lot when we moved in. We have been working hard ever since to get it into a state where we can just sit and relax. Maybe relax is a strong word for ranch life, but if we get anywhere comfortable, I’m happy.
I toss my clothes in the hamper with a disgusted grunt and jump into the shower, not surprised when the water runs dark for a couple of minutes before turning clear again. I grab the shampoo and start scratching my scalp for dear life when my phone chimes, vibrating over the sink.
I bet it’s Journey.
Months ago, when they told me what happened to my friends, I wanted to turn around and start screaming Journey’s name.
It felt wrong to leave the motel when I didn’t know where she was.
The pack didn’t let me. They were right.
It was dangerous with that other pack sniffing around, but I wasn’t thinking about my safety.
They removed me from Texas, and we laid low, avoiding hotels and motels, afraid that our scent would linger after we were gone, especially because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
Once we arrived at Nash’s parents’, another ranch not far from the one they gifted us, we got Dominic on the phone.
For the next few months, I’d jump anytime the phone rang.
Sometimes we got good news, sometimes bad.
Eventually, every single Omega was rescued and accounted for.
In the meantime, Dominic took down yet another bigwig of the trafficking ring, and we found more breeding houses.
More than a hundred Omegas were rescued.
Everyone is happy and healthy and now planning to visit us.
Oh yes, I’m hosting. It’s laughable to think I can be trusted in making sure people feel comfortable, but I miss Journey, and things are a little better now, and she can afford moving from hiding.
A few months ago, her pack wouldn’t even dare let her go on the road, afraid someone could scent her.
I don’t blame them. We were just as scared.
Because yes, Journey has a pack. Her story is way crazier than mine, which is a testament to her easygoing nature.
I swear to god, when she told me on the phone how the scent-match happened, it took me a while to pick my jaw off the floor.
She’s definitely a better woman than I am, because I’d be scratching eyeballs and screaming my head off.
It all ended well. She's happy and on her way here. I’m not sure if she cared that I cleaned the third barn, but I wanted the ranch to look as beautiful as it could be.
Voices break me away from my thoughts as I wrap a towel around me.
The men are back. Hank left early for the hardware store.
He wanted to make a deal on a few supplies, though Nash said it wasn’t needed a hundred times.
Cassidy went into town too, but he was on a mission to buy linen for the spare bedroom, and Nash has been on the phone with Dominic all morning.
He’s been helping with things now that it has been revealed that it was Nash paying for everything back in the motel.
Now Dominic has access to more money too, thanks to one of Manuela’s kids who turned out to be the granddaughter of one of the leaders of the trafficking ring.
The whole rescue operation is in their hands.
The Alliance is barely a factor anymore.
Until we learn who leaked our address, we can’t trust the government.
My heart hammers as I make my way to them, following their voices.
I miss them. It’s not normal to miss them this much after just a few hours apart, but I stopped questioning things a long time ago.
Now, I just accept what is in my heart. That was what Journey told me to do when we finally reconnected over the phone.
“What’s the point of living life if you don’t believe in a little bit of magic?”
Nash is still on the chair behind the desk when I arrive, while Cassidy is leaning on it and Hank is on the other side, holding his cowboy hat in his hands.
“Haven says we can use her father’s mansion in Willow’s Ridge as a… safe haven.” Nash chuckles at his pun.
“That’s Texas,” Cassidy shakes his head. “I thought we agreed it was best to stay away for the time being.”
“St. James and Prescott are down. The Prescotts have a lot of money, and Haven, just like Veda, wants nothing with their family's dirty money.”
“Who is Haven?” I ask, and they all turn to look at me.
The moment they see me, their gaze turns hungry. Nash and Cassidy stand while Hank comes my way, wrapping himself around me and burying his nose deep into my neck. His mustache tickles my sensitive skin, but I lean to the other side anyway, giving him more access.
“Why are you naked, baby?” he whispers in my ear.
“I’m not naked.” I shake my head. “I have a towel. I was fixing the barn. I was covered in dirt.”
“Hank, tug that towel off her, will you?” Cassidy says, crossing his arms over his chest.
Hank tries, bless him, but I hold firmly. “Who is Haven?”
“Dominic’s woman,” Nash replies, though the way he looks at me makes me think there’s no one in the world but me.
My eyebrows rise. “He scent-matched? I didn’t even know he had a pack…”
“Hendrix and Phoenix. They are all in paradise back in Willow’s Ridge.”
I nod, thinking about this new development. “Do you think it is safe to bring the Omegas back to Texas?”
“I’m not sure…” Nash rubs his mouth thoughtfully. “But I have to say, it’s hard to think straight when you look like that.”
I roll my eyes. “I look like a drowning rat.”
“Hardly.” Hank chuckles, and this time he tugs the towel. I’m not paying attention, and he’s successful.
The towel pools down to my feet, and like they just rehearsed, the three Alphas sigh a goodman dreamy sigh that has me melting.
Every nerve in my body knows how much they appreciate me.
The good and the bad. We fit together in a way I didn’t think was possible.
I don’t ever feel less deserving of love, like something is wrong with me.
I left those feelings behind, and now all that I cultivate is the rightness of when they are with me.
Hank’s warm hands travel over my body. It doesn’t take long until I’m wet between my legs. He pinches my nipple, and I whimper, but Cassidy hovers over me, ready to kiss and swallow the moan.
Three sets of hands explore my body. Demanding fingers push in and out of my pussy, claiming mouths over my nipple. They know how to make me scream in desire, as if they understand my body more than I do.
Cassidy kneels in front of me, hooking my leg over his shoulder. I’m wobbly, but Hank and Nash hold me upright as their friend eats me out of dear life. I cry out. If I thought my muscles were tender from all the work today, now they are mush.
He teases me with his tongue, that damn smirk on his lips when I whimper his name. Without warning, Hank takes my other leg, lifting as Nash takes the other from Cassidy’s shoulder. Each man lifts one leg and one hand under my ass, opening me up completely.
The surrender does it for me. I didn’t think I’d ever like it, but I noticed that when I’m the most exposed and vulnerable, that’s when I come the hardest. Fuck, maybe I’m horny because in those moments is when I realize how much I trust them with my body and soul.
I’m no therapist, though I have one now, and she’s helping me through all the trauma.
Maybe she has the answer for that, but it doesn’t matter why, because my men know this. They always find ways to show me they will always catch me, always shield me with their own lives, and in return, I give them everything.
My head tips back, I suck in a breath, and I come all over Cassidy’s face. Before I have time to recover, Nash hands me over to Hank, and he holds me against his chest. Thankfully, he carries me to the bedroom, since my legs are wobbly as fuck.
“Do you think you can take us three at once?” Hank whispers.
I chuckle and open one eye. “Can’t wait your turn?”
He shakes his head. “Not today.”
My heart lunges for him. My palm covers the scruff over his cheek. “I can take you all.”
Who am I to deny them what they want the most? Especially when it’s me.
Hank places me on the bed while they make work of removing their clothes.
We’ve been together for six months, and I still gasp every time they show any skin.
I can’t stop wanting them more and more.
My eyes wander, and I lick my lips. I’m almost jumping their bones as Hank steps closer, tugging me to stand, just to sit down himself and pull me back on his lap.
“I’m going to take that ass today, okay?” he whispers, kissing my shoulder. “The other ones can fight over the other holes.”
I laugh at his crude words, but it dies down when his fingers start playing with my clit. It’s still sensitive after my orgasm, and I almost jump when he dips his digits right in. Anchoring with his big arms, he ignores my attempts to run. He knows I’m exactly where I want to be.
“Lube, Cass,” he asks.
Dizzy with want, all I do is open myself to him as he starts playing with my ass, warming me up for him.
Fingers coated in lube, he pushes in while rubbing my clit, and in a second, I’m begging for more than a finger.
This is not the first time he’s had my ass, but damn, Hank is so big he needs to work me every time he wants it.
“Come here, baby,” he whispers.
He lies down and turns to face the others. My eyes are wide when his palm pushes me forward while he finds the perfect angle. I cry out when he goes in, holding onto his thick thighs as he grunts in masculine want.
I barely got used to his sheer size, and Cassidy kneels over the bed, chest against mine, cock in hand. He uses one hand to hold me at the right angle and starts squeezing himself inside.
God, it’s a fucking tight squeeze. He plays with my clit, helping me loosen up as he rubs his cock against Hank's knot while he can’t push completely in. He’s driving both of us insane. I can see the satisfaction written all over his face.
“Holding on there, Hank my boy?”
“Fuck you, Cassidy,” Hank grits out.
Cassidy laughs harder and pushes himself completely in. My mouth opens in a silent scream as they find a beat, the perfect one that brings me to the doorstep of another orgasm.
“Open up, Indie.” Nash stands over the bed, cock ready to slip through my lips.
Oh god, I don’t even have a second to make a joke about it. He dips inside the moment my lips part. And then I have all three of them on me. I feel so full, not only full of cock, though I absolutely am, but full of love too.
I’m theirs.
They tell me it’s the other way around, that they belong to me, but I think we belong to each other. I don’t need them to protect me, but I don’t ever plan to be without them.
When we come, we come together. Four voices coming into one, gasps, whimpers, and growly moans. Nash’s cum drips down my chin. I clench the two others inside me, my toes curl, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
There was a time I was scared. A time when I hated myself. It feels like a lifetime ago. Now I’m happy, free, and full of laughter. Now I’m loved and in love.
Thank God Hank ruined my swim that one night.