Epilogue
Calista
Ten Years Later…
“Axten, get down from there!” I shout as I look up at the crow’s nest. “Sorry, Isen!”
Isen’s wrinkly head pops out over the edge, somehow looking even wrinklier than the last time I saw him. “No harm done, Captain! Axten here is going to make a fine lookout one day!”
Axten pops his little head out and waves at me with the biggest, cutest smile on his face. He’s six years old and growing larger every day.
“A lookout?” Kieran grumbles as he watches his boy having the time of his life. “I was hoping he’d be a lord or a knight.”
“I just want him to be happy,” I say, smiling as I watch his head disappear. “Like us.”
I turn to my mate and slide into his embrace. He wraps his warm arms around me and I moan in happiness.
These are my favorite days. Once a year, my old crew picks us up and we sail away for a few days, just living on the water, fishing, telling stories, and occasionally, fighting Sea Wraiths. It’s always a blast.
Briallen took over the ship and it’s all the same crew—Edrik, Petr, Drakor, Isen, Valther, and Zephan.
With me, Kieran, and our four pups added to the ship, it’s a party.
I let Kieran hold me as we sail away from the coast, watching as our kingdom disappears into the mist. I love being queen. The Stormfur pack accepted me as one of their own and they all adore Kieran.
He’s firm but fair, and the kingdom has known nothing but peace and prosperity for the past ten years.
I smile as I turn to see my oldest boy—the next king of the realm—Brannor Stormfur, pulling on a rope with Valther.
“Let go,” Brannor says, straining as he pulls with all his strength. “I got it.”
Valther reluctantly releases the rope and Brannor is suddenly yanked off his feet, the rope taking him into the air.
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen Valther smile, but he’s smiling and laughing now as he watches Brannor’s legs kicking wildly.
Valther jumps up, grabs the prince’s ankle, and pulls him back down.
“Again,” Brannor says, smiling with flushed cheeks.
My two girls, Lunara and Sable, are at the wheel with Briallen. She’s showing them how to navigate with a compass.
I smile as I turn to my sexy man who seems to be getting hotter with every year that passes.
“Thank you for coming,” I say, pressing my cheek to his chest and inhaling his warm masculine scent.
It’s important to me for our kids to know my side as well. With all the wolf shifters around, it’s easy to forget they’re half human. I don’t want them to forget that.
At night, we feast on fresh fish and play cards until we can’t keep our eyes open. I may be the Queen of the Stormfur Realm, but these grisly old sailors don’t go easy on me, taking every gold coin I have.
After hours of fun and mead, Kieran picks me up and carries me to my old room. We have the tiny room to ourselves and it’s fun to relive our first days together, only this time, we don’t have to wait until a full moon to enjoy our bodies.
He thrusts that big hard cock into me and I moan as I hold him, feeling grateful that this wonderful man is mine.
We spent three weeks locked in the royal tower during our mating ritual, having sex constantly and being consumed with pleasure every waking moment.
I remember passing out in awkward positions after hours of vigorous lovemaking, and then waking up and immediately doing it all over again.
I still shiver every time I think about it.
I’ve heard of the Blood Alphas—the kings of a wolf shifter realm in the north. Their queen is mated to two kings at the same time. I can’t imagine that. I have more than enough trying to satiate one Wolf King’s ravenous appetite.
Kieran thrusts that glorious cock into me until I’m clinging to his neck and fighting back screams. I cum all over his beautiful dick, coating it with my cream. He quickly follows, rooting in deep as he shudders and fills me with his seed.
It’s the most wonderful feeling. I adore my mate.
I hold him as I lie on my old bed, feeling the rocking of the ship, listening to his deep breaths, wondering how I got so lucky.
I still remember that moment like it was yesterday when I dragged a half-dead wolf shifter out of the ocean.
I fell in love with that dying man, became queen of a kingdom I’d never set foot in, and built a life so full and loud and warm that sometimes I stand in the middle of it and can’t quite believe it’s mine.
The sea brought him to me.
I should have known. The sea always knew what I needed better than I did.
This man… my love, my mate, my king…
He’ll always be the best catch of my life.
The End