Epilogue #4
When we pull apart, Jett's standing nearby with a cake, thirty candles flickering dangerously. "Cake time!" he announces to the room. "Everyone, gather around!"
The crowd presses closer as Jett sets the cake on the coffee table. It's beautiful, a work of art, covered in buttercream flowers that look almost too perfect to eat. Leave it to my alphas to commission a cake that looks like it belongs in a magazine.
"Make a wish," Cassian says, coming up on my other side.
I look at them, my three impossible alphas. At the friends crowded into our cabin, celebrating with us. At the life I've somehow built here, against all odds. And I realize I don't need to wish for anything. I have everything I never knew I needed.
But I close my eyes anyway, making a wish. A simple one. For this to last. For our baby to be healthy. For this happiness to stick around a little longer.
I blow out the candles, and everyone cheers.
Two hours later, the party's winding down. People are saying their goodbyes, hugging me one last time, promising to visit once the baby comes. Jessica's the last to leave, pulling me into a tight hug and whispering, "You're glowing. It's disgusting. I hate you."
"Love you too," I say, laughing.
"Call me tomorrow. I want all the details."
"There are no details. It was just a birthday party."
She gives me a look that suggests she knows exactly what's going to happen once everyone leaves. "Sure, Sharon. Just a party."
After she's gone, I help clean up, or try to. Cassian physically picks me up and sets me on the couch when I attempt to carry plates to the kitchen.
"You're pregnant," he says, like this explains why I can't help clean my own house.
"I can still function."
"Maybe. But you don't have to." He kisses my forehead. "Let us take care of you."
I watch them move around the cabin, cleaning up the wreckage of the party.
Cassian in his blue shirt with the sleeves still rolled up, muscles flexing as he lifts chairs.
Pine in his green henley, hair falling in his face as he collects empty glasses.
Jett who's changed into a soft gray t-shirt that clings to his chest, laughing as he tries to pop leftover balloons and failing.
God, I'm lucky. Stupidly, impossibly lucky.
By the time everything's clean, I'm fighting to keep my eyes open. The exhaustion that comes with pregnancy is no joke, this bone-deep tiredness that hits me out of nowhere and demands I sleep immediately.
Pine notices first. He always does. "Bed," he says, already moving toward me.
"I'm fine."
"You're falling asleep sitting up."
"Am not."
Jett scoops me up before I can protest further, cradling me against his chest. "Liar."
"I hate all of you."
"No, you don't." He carries me to the bedroom, the other two following, and sets me gently on the bed. "Stay there."
"Where am I going to go?"
"Knowing you? Somewhere you shouldn't."
He's not wrong. I watch them move around the bedroom, Cassian closing the curtains, Pine turning on the soft lamp in the corner, Jett pulling back the covers.
They're still in their party clothes, but they're already stripping down, shedding layers until they're in various states of undress that makes my mouth go dry despite my exhaustion.
Cassian's down to his boxer briefs, and the sight of him is enough to make me forget how tired I am.
All muscle and golden skin and those damn eyes that always see right through me.
Pine's lost his henley, standing in just his jeans, the button undone, and I can trace every line of ink that winds across his chest and arms. Jett's in his boxer briefs too, and he's all lean muscle and sharp edges and that cocky grin that makes me want to either punch him or kiss him. Usually both.
"You're staring," Cassian says, amused.
"Can you blame me?"
"Not even a little."
He climbs onto the bed, reaching for the tie on my wrap dress. "Can I?"
"Please." Because suddenly I'm not tired at all. Suddenly I'm very awake and very aware of all three of them watching me with heat in their eyes.
Cassian unties the dress slowly, peeling it open to reveal the black lace underneath. I didn't bother with a bra, my breasts too sensitive for anything tight, but the panties are new. A gift from Jessica, because of course she bought me lingerie for my birthday.
"Fuck," Jett breathes.
"You look..." Pine trails off, shaking his head. "Perfect. You look perfect."
I should feel self-conscious. My stomach's starting to round, my body changing in ways I'm still getting used to. But the way they're looking at me, like I'm the most beautiful thing they've ever seen, makes me feel anything but self-conscious.
"Come here," I say, reaching for them.
They don't need to be told twice. Cassian kisses me first, deep and claiming, his hand sliding up my side to cup my breast. The touch sends sparks through me, and I gasp against his mouth. Everything feels more intense lately, every touch amplified by the hormones surging through my body.
Pine's mouth finds my neck, sucking lightly at the spot that makes me shiver. His hand slides down my stomach, reverent, before moving lower, teasing along the edge of my panties.
Jett's watching, his eyes dark with want, and when Pine shifts to give him access, Jett takes over kissing me. His kiss is different from Cassian's, rougher, more demanding, and I love it just as much.
"You're so beautiful like this," Cassian murmurs against my skin, his lips trailing down my chest. "Carrying our pup."
"I'm barely showing," I gasp as his mouth closes over my nipple, gentle but insistent.
"We see it," Pine says, his fingers finally sliding under the lace, finding me already wet. "We see everything."
His touch is perfect, slow circles that make me arch into him, seeking more. Jett's still kissing me, swallowing my moans, his hand tangled in my hair. Cassian's mouth moves lower, kissing across my stomach, worshipping every inch of me.
"Need you," I manage between kisses. "All of you."
"You have us," Pine promises, his fingers still working magic. "Always."
Jett pulls back, his eyes burning as he looks at me. "Tell us what you want, sweetheart."
"You. Inside me. Please." I'm not above begging, not when I feel like this. Not when the pregnancy hormones have turned me into something desperate and needy.
Cassian hooks his fingers in my panties, sliding them down my legs. "These are pretty. But they need to go."
"Agreed," I breathe.
Pine's hand leaves me, and I whimper at the loss. But then he's shifting, positioning himself between my legs, his jeans finally off. "You're sure?"
"God, yes. Please."
He enters me slowly, careful, always so careful with me. The stretch is perfect, familiar and new all at once, and I arch into him with a broken moan.
"Okay?" he asks, stilling.
"Perfect. Move. Please move."
He does, setting a rhythm that's slow and deep and exactly what I need. Cassian's kissing me now, his hands everywhere, touching and claiming. Jett's mouth is on my neck, his hand on my breast, and the combination of all three of them touching me is overwhelming in the best way.
"You feel so good," Pine groans, his control starting to slip. "So perfect."
"More," I gasp. "I need more."
Jett's hand slides down to where Pine's moving inside me, his fingers finding my clit with perfect precision. The added sensation makes me cry out, pleasure building fast and sharp.
"That's it," Cassian murmurs in my ear. "Let go. We've got you."
Pine's rhythm increases, his hips snapping against mine, and between his thrusts and Jett's fingers, I'm spiraling toward the edge fast. Too fast.
"Come for us," Pine demands, his voice rough. "Want to feel you."
And I do, pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense I forget how to breathe. I'm vaguely aware of crying out, of my body clenching around Pine, of him groaning my name as he follows me over.
When I can think again, I'm boneless and satisfied, sprawled across the bed with three very pleased-looking alphas surrounding me.
"Happy birthday," Jett says, grinning.
"Best birthday ever," I agree breathlessly.
Pine pulls out gently, and immediately Jett's there, positioning himself. "My turn?"
"Greedy," I say, but I'm smiling.
"For you? Always."
He enters me in one smooth thrust, and the sensation makes me gasp. He's different from Pine, more intense, more desperate. His rhythm is faster, harder, exactly what I need all over again.
Cassian's kissing my neck, his hand on my stomach, protective and possessive. Pine's recovered enough to join in, his mouth on my breast, and I'm drowning in sensation all over again.
"You're ours," Jett says between thrusts. "All ours."
"Yes," I gasp. "Yours."
"Say it again."
"Yours. All yours." And I mean it, every word. I belong to them as much as they belong to me, this crazy impossible pack we've built together.
Jett's close, I can tell by the way his rhythm falters, by the tension in his shoulders. "Come with me," he demands. "One more time."
"I can't..." But even as I say it, I feel the pressure building again. How is that even possible?
"You can," Cassian says in my ear, his hand sliding down to help. "One more, sweetheart. For us."
Between Cassian's hand and Jett inside me, I tumble over the edge again, and this time Jett follows immediately, groaning my name like a prayer.
We collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied smiles. I'm exhausted in the best way, completely wrung out and utterly content.
"Cassian," I say, reaching for him. "Your turn."
"You sure? You look tired."
"Never too tired for you." And I mean it. I need all three of them, need to feel complete.
He kisses me slowly, thoroughly, before positioning himself. His entry is gentle, almost reverent, and I sigh at the feeling of fullness.
"I love you," he says, starting to move. "So fucking much."
"Love you too." I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "All of you."
His rhythm is perfect, steady and deep, and I'm so sensitive from the previous two orgasms that every thrust feels incredible. Pine and Jett are recovering, their hands on me, their mouths on my skin, and I'm surrounded by them in every way that matters.
"You're perfect," Cassian says, his forehead pressed to mine. "Absolutely perfect."
"Not perfect. Just yours."
"Same thing."
He's close, I can feel it in the way his rhythm stutters, in the tension coiling through him. "Come with me," he says. "One more time. I know you can."
And somehow, impossibly, I do. Smaller this time, a gentle wave instead of a crash, but no less perfect. Cassian follows a moment later, groaning against my neck as he finishes.
We lay there for a long moment, catching our breath, coming back to earth. Pine pulls the covers over us, tucking me between them like something precious. Cassian's hand finds my stomach, protective even now. Jett's fingers are tangled in my hair.
"Can you believe this is our life?" I whisper into the darkness.
"Sometimes I wake up and think I dreamed you," Jett admits.
"Same," Cassian adds. "Pretty sure I don't deserve you."
"None of us do," Pine says. "But we're keeping you anyway."
I smile, reaching down to rest my hand over Cassian's on my stomach.
"Universe, remember when I said my life was over?
When I thought planning my ex's wedding was rock bottom?
Turns out that was you shoving me exactly where I needed to be.
So... thanks. For the breakdown that led to this breakthrough. "
"Are you really thanking the universe right now?" Jett laughs.
"Someone has to." I pat my barely-there bump. "This baby's going to have three alpha dads, a disaster omega mom, and a very interesting origin story. The universe deserves credit."
"And what's the story?" Cassian asks.
I grin into the darkness. "Once upon a time, an omega planned the worst wedding ever and found the best pack instead."
"That's a good story," Pine murmurs.
"The best story," I agree.
And as I drift off to sleep, surrounded by my three alphas and the baby growing inside me, I can't help but think about how far we've all come. About the life we're building together. About the future stretching out before us, bright and terrifying and perfect.
Somewhere out there, Hazel's planning her real wedding with Sebastian. Ben's eighteen months clean and working on himself. Jessica's about to fly to Hawaii for the adventure of a lifetime. Savannah's pack is growing, thriving.
And me? I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Thank you, universe. For once, you really came through.
Six months from now, there will be a baby. A year from now, a new house. Two years from now, who knows? Maybe another baby. Maybe new challenges. Maybe Jessica finally figuring out her own omega situation and finding her pack.
But tonight, right now, I'm just Sharon Martinez. Wedding planner. Pregnant omega. Proud owner of three ridiculous alphas who love me more than I ever thought possible.
And that's more than enough.
That's everything.