Elliots Epilogue
15 years later…
More than twenty-five years had passed since that fateful night when Damon found me lost and terrified in the woods. Since then, our lives had intertwined, grown, and changed in ways I never could have imagined.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow across the sprawling estate that had once belonged to Damon's family, and now, it was ours. As I sat on the porch, watching our son Stellan play with his own child, a granddaughter named Briska, I couldn't help but reflect on how much had transpired during those quarter of a century.
Damon stepped up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a gentle kiss to my neck. "Penny for your thoughts," he murmured.
I leaned back into him, relishing the warmth and strength of his embrace. "Just thinking about how far we've come," I replied softly. "About everything that's happened."
He nodded, his gaze following mine to where Stellan chased after little Briska, her giggles filling the air. "Indeed," he said. "We've weathered quite the storm, haven't we?"
"More than one," I agreed, turning to face him. My eyes drifted over the lines etched onto his face by age and experience, finding comfort in every familiar crevice. He looked older, wiser, as did I, I suppose.
"And look at you," he continued, running a thumb along my jawline. "You were always beautiful, but now… you're positively radiant."
I blushed at the compliment, though it wasn't empty flattery. Over the past decade and a half, I'd grown into myself, embracing my role as both omega and partner to an alpha as powerful as Damon Vexley. The journey hadn't been easy; there were times when I doubted myself, when I thought I wouldn't measure up. But with Damon's unwavering support and belief in me, I'd risen to meet every challenge head-on.
"What made you grow into such a formidable force?" He asked, his ice-blue eyes gleaming with pride.
I smiled, remembering the road I'd traveled to get here. "Well, it took some time," I admitted. "But eventually, I realized that my worth isn't defined by others' expectations or approval. It comes from within, from the choices I make and the actions I take."
"That's true," he agreed. "Especially in a pack dynamic like ours. You've earned respect, Elliot. Not just from me, but from everyone."
His words warmed me, reminding me of the progress I'd made not only in my relationship with Damon but also within the Nightshade Wolves pack. When I first arrived, I was timid, uncertain, and often overwhelmed by the raw power and dominance that permeated every aspect of their society. Now, however, I held my own, respected for my intellect, empathy, and wisdom.
Our conversation shifted naturally to other topics like the upcoming harvest festival, the newest additions to our extended family, and Stellan's burgeoning interest in pack politics. Through it all, one thing remained crystal clear: our bond had grown stronger, deeper, and more unbreakable with each passing year.
As twilight gave way to darkness, we retreated indoors, leaving Stellan and Briska to their games under the watchful eye of their nanny. Hand in hand, we ascended the stairs toward our private chambers, anticipation building between us like electricity crackling in the air.
Once inside, Damon pulled me to him, capturing my mouth in a passionate, dominating kiss that left no room for doubt. His hands roamed my body, igniting sparks wherever they touched, while mine clutched at his shirt, eager to strip away the barriers between us.
"Elliot," he groaned against my lips, breaking the kiss only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and chest. "You always drive me wild so much."
I gasped, arching my back as he lavished attention on my nipples, drawing them tight and hard. "And you…" I panted, struggling to maintain coherent thought. "You consume me."
With deft fingers, he unfastened my pants, pushing them down until they pooled at my feet. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside as I began to work on his belt, eager to feel him skin-to-skin.
When finally, blessedly, nothing stood between us, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to fill me completely. With a low growl, he obliged, driving deep and hard, stretching me wide.
Our lovemaking was passionate, intense, and filled with the love and longing that had only grown stronger through the years. We moved together, our bodies syncing seamlessly, as if choreographed by some divine force. Each thrust, each stroke, brought us closer to the edge, until finally, with a cry torn from my very soul, I tumbled over, taking Damon with me.
In the aftermath, we lay entwined, our hearts pounding in sync, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Damon pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, brushing damp strands of hair from my brow.
"I love you, Elliot," he whispered. "More than anything."
My heart swelled, overflowing with happiness and contentment. "I love you too, Damon," I replied, my voice equally choked. "Forever."
As we drifted off to sleep, side by side, I couldn't help but think of the incredible journey we'd undertaken together. From two lost souls, struggling to find their place in the world, we'd become something so much greater—partners, parents, leaders, and above all, lovers bound by an unbreakable connection.
Life hadn't always been easy, but then again, nothing truly worthwhile ever is. And despite the challenges, the obstacles, and the storms we'd weathered, one truth remained constant: Damon Vexley was, and would always be, my home.
End of Book 10