EPILOGUE
EPILOGUE
Silver
“Why are you complaining? Not only did you have two weeks of sunshine in Santorini with our omega lounging around in skimpy bikinis and drinking cocktails that makes her frisky as fuck, but you also got to experience a double omega heat for the first time,” Aero snorts from beside me, holding my hand on the private plane as we head home from the vacation I won at auction all those weeks ago.
Munro glares at the omega, leaning forward and looking around me to do so, and snarls, “I wasn’t complaining, you fuck-head. I just said that I was exhausted and couldn’t wait to sleep. A vacation wasn’t meant to make me more tired.”
“Sorry,” I snicker, biting my lip to bottle the amusement while Aero has no such qualms. “In my defense, Juniper didn’t remind me about the suppressants like she usually did, and I wasn’t expecting my heat to hit me so quickly after being on the pills for so long. I for sure thought I had another week of heat spikes to go before I ended up in heat.”
Munro’s face instantly softens and he leans in for a long, sugary kiss before pulling back and assuring, “I’m not mad about it, princess. Best two weeks of my fucking life.”
He kisses me again before slouching in his seat.
“I just need to sleep, because you and Aero during a heat cycle is draining, as fun as it was,” he concludes, dropping his head against the window with my hand still clutched in his, his thumb rubbing across the pretty ring that now sits on my left hand.
Peering down at the engagement ring that will now have be removed from my cold, dead fingers, I relive the memory of my pack proposing to me while we were all on the white sandy beach at sunset, a hired photographer hidden in the bushes while Munro went down on one knee and asked me to marry them all. You could have pushed me over with a leaf for how shocked I was. Since Pace and the twins gave Munro and Aero bonds of their own, linking them to me in their own ways, I figured there was no other way we could be tied more intimately than we are now.
Oh, how wrong I was.
Because the moment Munro fell to one knee, in his black, button-down shirt and black shorts that displayed all of the tattoos over his chest and legs, my gorgeous fairytale ring pinched between his fingers, and a look of pure adoration on his face, I knew that I was going to be theirs in every sense of the word.
I’m still staring at my ring, a nature-inspired, pink-sapphire gem set in a silver floral pattern with tiny clusters of diamonds around it, when Pace says, “At least you didn’t get prodded in the asscheek by Aero’s dick. Be grateful.”
The twins laugh while Aero rolls his eyes and Munro snickers, keeping his eyes closed as he tries to catch some sleep on the plane. Aero slumps in his seat and mutters, “If you hadn’t hogged Silver, I wouldn’t have had to take such drastic measures. Climbing over you to get to her wasn’t exactly a fun time for me, either.”
I break out in peals of laughter at the memory, and the others join, finally finding the funny side to there only being one of me and five of them.
The rest of the plane ride home goes by with more banter, bouts of sleep, and plenty of cuddles between me, my alphas, my omega and beta, and by the time we’re rolling up outside the house we now call a home, I’m ready to drop.
“Someone carry me. I’m too weak from the fourteen-day sex-fest we just embarked on,” I moan tiredly, my head on Rage’s chest while Haze cradles my legs from his seat. Aero and Munro are in the back of the cab we rented, while Pace sits up front with our driver, who snickers silently to himself before saying, “Sounds like a good time.”
“The best,” I yawn, and Pace snorts from his seat.
“Let’s get the omega to bed,” he proclaims, and I zone in and out of consciousness while they pay the guy and drag our cases back inside.
It’s Pace’s arms that carry me to our nest, my blessed sanctuary that I’ve missed over the past two weeks, and just as we reach the solitude of our room, my phone rings.
“Satan’s left ball sac,” I grumble, nuzzling into Pace and making no move to reach for the cell phone in my back pocket.
Snickering, Munro does it for me and says, “It’s Juno. Probably wants all the gossip about our trip.”
“She knows you were going to propose, right?” I wonder tiredly.
“Yeah, princess,” Munro answers, silencing my cell. “She helped us pick out your ring. Apparently, your Pinterest is full of wedding shit.”
I huff at the teasing judgement in his voice. “Every girl in existence has a board like that. Don’t make me sound weird.”
“You are weird,” all of the guys chime in at once, and I grumble while hiding my smile into Pace’s neck, feeling the love from each of them through the bonds that tie us together, even the fainter ones I know are my beta and omega.
“You can call her after you’ve had some rest, Sunshine,” Rage decides, and I send him a wave of gratitude through the bond.
“She’ll only come banging on the door begging to look at the ring if you don’t call,” Haze concurs, snickering when I grumble in displeasure.
I love my best friend. Love her more than life itself. But I’ll be damned if she hasn’t turned into a demanding, little thing. Secretly, I love it, because what used to be me chasing after the girl to try and get her to be my friend has quickly turned into her ensuring I can’t get away from her. Not that I would. We omegas are a clingy bunch.
“I’ll go over there after I’ve had a nap,” I mumble, already drifting to sleep while Pace carries me to the middle of the nest.
He lowers me gently, before plucking my sneakers from my feet and stripping me down until I’m bare. The others follow suit, getting naked because they know those are my favorite kind of cuddles, and I’m surrounded by hard, warm bodies before I even have a chance to complain.
Content and at home with my family, I sigh and drift off to sleep, but not before I remind myself again how lucky I am that I offer the pack I thought hated me a place to stay all those months ago. It was the best decision I’ve ever made, and now I get to live the rest of my life with a pack that loves me, and a pack that I love with every fiber of my being.
After my insistence and a whole lot of convincing, Pace quit both of his jobs to focus more on his studies and producing songs that I hope see the real world sometime soon, especially if he finally allows me to play them at Raverz. Rage and Haze are now only work part time at the mechanics, deciding they wanted to spend more time at home with me and our pack that greasing their hands until they ached, and Munro and Aero are still working hard with their courses at school, but never so hard that they don’t have time for family. As for me, I’m still doing what I love, working the DJ decks at Raverz, loving life at North Five University, bugging the shit out of my best friend, and beating my cousin at archery.
I couldn’t have chosen a better path to walk. One where my parents are no longer a problem, my Meemaw and Paws are thriving with their omega charity, Alek and his pack are trying to win over an omega they won’t name but I already know the identity of, and Juniper and her pack are a constant in our lives more now than ever.
My past shaped me as a person, but it didn’t define me, and now I get to live as I was meant to, with my guys by my side and a bright future I know will bring me more richness to my life than all of the money in the world could ever provide. This might not be the life my parents tried to force onto me, but it’s the life I chose, and there’s no other life I would want to live if it meant I didn’t have my pack.
My family.
And a future full of soul-defining love, mind-shattering good sex, and a life of pure, unadulterated happiness.