Epilogue Two - Grace
The light filters through the towering oaks, casting mottled shadows across the lush lawn of Lucas’ father’s sprawling estate in Connecticut.
The air is fresh, tinged with the scent of blooming hydrangeas and freshly cut grass.
As I step out onto the veranda, the sounds of laughter and soft conversations fill the air. My sisters are laughing with Sienna, and what looks like the entire hockey team.
Our friends and family are scattered around the garden, some lounging on the white chairs set up for the ceremony, others wandering along the stone pathways, drinks in hand. My mother, ever the hostess, flits among the guests with a grace that I hope I’ve inherited.
Deeper in the garden, Ella is fawning over the twins, who are in Stanton and Lucas’s arms. She has her broody alphas by her side, each man hoping their pack will be next.
My alphas stand side by side, and watching them each hold one twin makes my heart swell.
Lucas with our daughter, Haven, her tiny hand wrapped around his finger, and Stanton cradling our son, Hayes. Both have a gentleness that belies their broad frames.
“Grace, come over here!” Lucas calls out, his voice laced with pride.
As I walk over, the grass cool beneath my feet, I see my mother walking with Lucas’ father, Henry. I know his father is a steely man, but I’m not worried. Although my mother is an omega, his power won’t intimidate her. Luckily, they both seem relaxed.
Reaching Stanton, Lucas, and my babies, I look down at my children’s faces and press a kiss on their foreheads.
“I know they are pack babies, but after everything, I love that Hayes is Lucas’ and Haven is Stanton’s,” Ella says. “You were lucky.”
“Apparently, in omegas, it’s common. You never know, you might end up with triplets,” I reply to Ella. I know she isn’t quite ready for children—her business comes first—but I can see the want in her eyes. I hear it in her voice.
“One day,” Ella whispers, more to herself than to anyone else. She smiles. “For now, I get to spoil these beautiful babies,”
“They are,” Stanton replies, his smile wide. “Just like their mom.”
Lucas shifts our daughter slightly, allowing her to face me. “They’re going to break hearts one day, just like their mother did mine,” he says, the teasing glint in his eyes softening into something warmer, deeper.
I smile. “It’s been quite the journey, hasn’t it?” I muse aloud.
Lucas nods, his gaze lingering on the horizon where the sun begins its descent. “From where we started to now... I wouldn’t change a thing. This, all of this, is exactly where I want to be.”
Stanton hands our son to Ella, who has been desperate to hold him. Walker, Gabe, and Jake crowd around her as Stanton turns to me with a conspiratorial wink. “We created these,” he says, gesturing to the twins. “I’m ready for more.”
“You’ll have to wait for my heat.” I wiggle my eyebrow. “But first, let’s hope they sleep through the night.” Because I not only want more babies with my alphas, I want one blissful night of being in their arms and waking up with them.
My alphas.
The men who are sending so much love through our bond.
And as I stand here, between the two men who mean the world to me, while looking around at the faces of our families, I feel so much love enveloping us. And I know that no matter what comes next, we’ll face it together—as a family, a pack—stronger and more bonded than ever.
Because this is just our beginning, and it’s more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.
The End.