Epilogue Rose
The new year has come and is well underway. Everything feels different in a lot of ways. I’m a bonded omega. I have a pack and a new house. The launch of the new restaurant, which will be named Rosie's (blush), at Bee Haven is on track.
But some things stay the same. Like the Book Club.
“It’s a Beauty and the Beast retelling,” Winnie announces. It’s her turn to pick this month’s book.
I do my very best not to groan. I really do. But I hate Romances. Give me a good Horror or Thriller any day. Still, some of the groan definitely slips out.
She glares at me. “You made me read that horrible book over Halloween,” she gripes. “I had nightmares for a month, Rose Sterling! A month!”
I raise my hands in surrender. “Hey! Clara’s alpha wrote that book,” I say, though—if we’re being honest—when I picked it, we didn’t know he was her mate yet.
“But she didn’t make us read it. You did,” Winnie shoots back. “So it’s only fair you give this little love story a chance.”
She huffs.
I sigh. “Fine.” I pick up the book. It’s covered in flowers. Blah.
Maybe I’m still a little bit of a humbug. Evander hasn’t cured it all… yet.
We’re sitting in the middle of my new living room. The guys and I are going furniture shopping this weekend, but with their hectic schedules lately, we haven’t had time. So tonight, we’re sprawled out on a hodgepodge of pillows and blankets, charcuterie boards and drinks stacked in the middle.
The wide windows overlook the frozen lake, where the last light of sunset splashes gold and lavender across the walls.
It feels more like home than any place has in my entire life—and I know that has more to do with the alphas and my friends than it does with the walls. Even though… they are very pretty walls.
Cali talks about some mishaps with her alphas trying to paint the nursery.
Clara shares stories from her trip. Winnie grumbles about her sister’s upcoming wedding and the bachelorette party she doesn’t want to go to but has to—because family.
She is not a clubbing person. I don’t think I’ve ever even heard her swear.
Sunny smiles as she talks about the successful launch of Bee Haven.
These women, my friends, my fellow omegas. They made me a home when I had none.
I lean back, listening to their voices, warm and familiar. Outside, wind sweeps snow across the frozen lake. Behind me, the fire crackles, steady and bright.
Home, my omega sighs.
We’re home.
Thank you for reading A Pack of Mistletoe!