16. epilogue
I shook my uncle’s hand, a man I’d only seen once, before he sat down on the other side of the table. It took months to track him down, and even longer to make him accept my invitation, but once I hinted that I had mates, he quickly agreed to a meeting.
Tio Luis looked a lot like my dad, something I didn’t particularly notice the first time we met. They had the same brown eyes—like mine—and the same tired expression.
He looked like that right now, his eyes tired and untrusting as he watched over Wylder, Theo, and mostly Noah.
“Julia,” his eyes returned to me, “you were just a little girl when I saw you last.”
He spoke in Spanish, and I swallowed, trying not to feel self-conscious when I replied in the same language.
“It’s been too long, tio.”
“Tell me who is with you today.”
Directly to business, it was. Not that we had anything else to talk about.
“These are my mates, tio. Wylder, Theo, and Noah. I met them in Switzerland.”
I said that in English so the guys could understand. It was the cutest thing, the guys beaming with pride each time I called them my mates . In the week after our mating, they went around the whole village, telling anyone who cared to listen that they found a miracle omega.
A miracle. Me.
After we truly got over my heat—and that took about a week—we went to see the village leader, Kent, and told him our story.
In their village, the three of them were the last unmated, but Kent knew other communities had the same problem. It was all over Europe.
Maybe the world.
Too many alphas going around without a mate, alone in the world like my guys thought they were. I couldn’t stand the idea, and since then, I’d been trying to reach out to Tio Luis.
“When you say mates…” Tio leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Meaning it was a surprise to find our omega and discover she knows nothing about our world,” Noah growled.
“Lower your voice, boy,” Tio cut in. He sighed, shaking his head before his eyes locked on me, pointing a finger. “I told Carlo that was going to happen when he escaped with that girl.”
“You mean my dad was an alpha, but my mother wasn’t an omega?” I asked, lowering my voice as he asked.
“Your father had a pack and responsibilities. Our father was the leader, and your father was the oldest son. He fell in love with a girl outside the village and left.”
Theo whistled, and Noah winced. I'd learned a lot about their way of life in the last months, and leaving a pack isn’t something that was done. I couldn’t imagine anyof them abandoning the others. They were extremely loyal to each other. Thinking that my dad broke that trust was a hard pill to swallow.
“He was in love, though,” Wylder said, looking directly at me.
I nodded, concentrating back on my uncle. “I had no idea about, well… anything until I met the guys.”
“There was a chance that you’d be a beta.” My uncle shrugged. “Maybe your dad was betting on that. The last we spoke, I warned him. You were young, before puberty, so I couldn’t be sure, but there was something about you.”
“Even if I wasn’t an omega,” I breathed out, “I deserved to know where I came from.”
Tio watched me for a moment too long, his eyes narrowing, making the boys uneasy beside me. I touched Noah’s leg, trying to calm him down. They were protective, and I usually loved it, but my uncle was all the family I had left.
I wanted this meeting to go well.
Finally, he nodded and let out a slow breath. “I’ll bring you to the village. You’ll meet everyone in the morning.”
Nothing could spoil my smile. “Thank you.”
It was our last night at the hotel before we met the village and spent time with my family. I was giddy, excited, nervous. I was so self-conscious, even with all the months of my three mates reminding me I was enough. I sang it to myself all the time, getting my nerves to relax. I didn’t want to ruin the moment with anxiety.
Warm arms closed around my waist from behind, and I inhaled deeply, a smile coming to my lips.
Theo.
“Are you excited?” he murmured in my ear.
“Yes. Nervous too.”
Theo kissed my shoulder. “They are going to love you, Jules. No one can meet you and not love you.”
I chuckled. “You’re biased.”
He nodded, his hands going up to my breasts as he took one in each hand. “I am. I think you’re the most perfect woman in the world.”
I sighed and didn’t argue. I was slowly learning to take their compliments with a smile instead of arguing. It was great. It was okay to feel great, too.
Theo kissed my neck slowly, playing with my nipples over my summer dress. I rarely wore a bra. It drove them nuts, so it was another reason for me to go without.
Soon, Theo slid the straps down my shoulders, exposing my breasts to the warm room. One hand slid down and found me without panties, too.
“Jules,” he growled in my ear. “The whole day without panties? Are you planning on killing us?”
“They get soaked anyway.” I smirked as he started playing with my clit. “What is the point?”
“You’re delicious, my mate.”
Theo brought me to the window, placing my hands over the glass and pushing my legs apart so I felt his thick cock between my cheeks.
“Hold on,” he instructed.
I whimpered as he lowered to the ground, spread my ass, and licked me so well, my knees went soft.
“Shit, Theo!”
“Her whimpers make me so hard.” I hear Wylder’s voice.
I looked over my shoulder to find Wylder and Noah had joined us. They just went downstairs to grab a couple of sodas for us and arrived in the middle of this whole thing.
“Theo can’t stay away from her pussy for five minutes,” Noah chuckled. “Every time I look, he’s between her legs.”
“You just want a turn,” Theo mumbled, the vibration of his voice making it even better.
“She goes crazy when we take turns,” Wylder mused.
Noah walked to my side, and I turned to look at him, moaning when Theo swirled his tongue just the way I liked and slowly pumped two fingers into me.
“You like when we can’t wait to have you, sunshine? When we need to take turns because everyone wants to drink from you?”
I nodded frantically. I loved when they passed me around like dessert, fighting over who got to stay longer with their tongue in my pussy. It drove me insane when the two waiting for their turns reached for their cocks, pumping until their knots were so big, they couldn’t take it anymore and sprayed cum all over me.
It never got old.
Noah chuckled and grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder. I heard Theo protesting, but it was short-lived when Noah threw me onto the bed and ripped the dress from my body.
“Noah!”
It was part annoyance. I really loved that dress, but part of me also loved it when they went full alpha.
Noah swiped up a long lick between my folds, and I released a moan, grabbing his hair as he circled my clit and pushed three fingers inside, testing my limits.
“God!” I closed my eyes and threw my head back.
“She’s so responsive,” Wylder grunted.
I opened my eyes to find Theo at the edge of the bed, his cock in his hand as he watched me with so much lust, it undid me.
Wylder wasn’t far, ditching his last bit of clothing and kneeling in bed right beside my head. I thought he was going to feed me his cock, but instead, he pumped into my breasts, playing with my nipples with his tip. I whimpered every time I felt the cold twinge of the piercings.
They were my everything. Every time we came together was incredible. They knew exactly how to draw an orgasm out of me, playing with my fantasies in a way I’d never imagined.
Wylder took Noah’s place, and Theo took the opportunity to close his mouth around my nipple, biting ever so gently until my back was arching off the bed.
I was complete now. Like Noah said, inside of me lived all the versions of myself, and when I could finally see that, my creativity unlocked.
I finished the mountain, a piece still showing in a gallery in New York. After that, I just kept going. The boys turned one of our many bedrooms into a studio, and I continued to create at a speed I never thought possible.
I could say they were the last piece of my puzzle. I could say it was love, but the truth was bigger than that.
Their acceptance triggered mine. I looked in the mirror every day satisfied with the person looking back. I didn’t feel like I needed to prove anything to anyone, and I was truly free to be the artist I was meant to be.
Freedom was a funny thing. To me, it didn’t mean traveling around the world without roots, but waking up in our house, in our huge bed, with the three of them.
Freedom was to paint, sculpt, and create what I wanted, what my heart felt it was time to create.
Freedom was not being self-conscious of my accent, of who I was, of the way I grew up.
Freedom was us. It was experiencing life in the most intense way and laying my head every night on a warm chest.
They passed me around until I came three times, and eventually, they all did too, painting me with cum.
Home.
I was finally home.