Epilogue
Rylan
Six months later
“Sometimes I still can’t believe you’re mine,” Kota breathed out as he sank into me. His chest was against my back, both of us shuddering as he stretched me. “You feel so good, omega.”
My two deltas were such different lovers. Kota was so gentle and made me feel special. Greer fucked me like he wanted me to feel him the next day.
Right now, I was fighting off the last remnant of my heat and I needed the sweet touch. Kota delivered it perfectly, his hands roaming over my warm skin, soothing me as he fucked me, his knot pulsing against my prostate so fiercely I jolted with every thrust of his hips.
“Please, delta. Touch me,” I begged as I guided his hand where I needed it.
“Anything for you, baby,” he said, nipping my ear. He wrapped his fingers firmly around my aching cock. He stroked me as he continued to slam into me, my mind completely blissed out as I soaked in every sensation.
I should be satiated after a full heat, but my body had other ideas when I woke up next to him this morning.
A few strokes of his firm grip and I was falling apart, cum spreading over my nest as he filled my ass with his.
My omega was so happy we were radiating warmth.
Or maybe that was the post-heat coming into play.
I loved being fully claimed inward and outward by my delta. His tongue teased lazily over the bite mark he’d given me months ago.
He loved using it to drive me crazy and it worked every damn time.
Kota settled us on our sides, his finger trailing gently over my hip as his nose brushed along my shoulder.
Roxie once said she never thought she’d have someone who was so content simply being in her presence and she was right. Kota loved us with everything he had.
“We can’t stay in bed long today,” I reminded him.
He groaned. “I know, but I like it here.”
My delta was still not a morning person. Even as the AHA cup loomed over us. The Narwhals and the Wardens were having the final game tonight.
It was one of the rare AHA seasons where packs having to call out for heats didn’t interfere with games and push the cup back several months.
The plans ahead didn’t stop him from taking me one more time in the shower before we finally joined the others downstairs. Roxie gave us a look and burst out laughing as she took in my flushed face and his satisfied grin.
“I guess that’s one way to have luck before a game, huh?” she teased.
I grinned proudly. “I’m just doing my part for our pack so he goes out there with a clear mind.”
“What about my mind?” Greer demanded playfully. He’d spent the night with Roxie last night, so I knew better than to believe him… but I played it up anyway.
“Oh my poor delta,” I said as I dropped into his lap. He took one breath of me and his cock was immediately hard, poking my ass, which was already sore. I half expected him to pull my pants down and fuck me right here at the table, but somehow he controlled himself.
Hayes looked less than amused at their teasing. “Get it together. I need our omegas to eat so we can get through these playoffs, then it’s time for our babymoon.”
We all looked at Roxie who smiled and rubbed her belly.
It was starting to show now. It had been almost six months from the heat which we had, apparently, turned into our attempt at forever.
We just had this final game and Greer would be finished.
He was officially retiring to spend time with his omegas and our new babies, but he was also determined to go out with a shiny new trophy to his name.
An hour later, Roxie and I were right there in the front row as our guys faced off with the Wardens.
It was funny… when I first came to North Crossing I felt so isolated. I needed a roommate, not because I needed help with rent, but because I couldn’t stand living alone.
Who would’ve thought that the woman answering my ad would be my omega and she’d lead me right to my deltas. One who brought me back to life and the one I thought I’d lost.
Here we were, less than a year later, packed up and fully bonded, with three babies on the way.
This was everything I could’ve ever wanted
Roxie
“Go! Go, go! Go, go!”
I jumped in my seat, one hand on my belly, the other waving in the air as Lachlan Evans stole the puck and slammed it toward the goal.
The loud buzzers went off as the whole arena erupted in cheers.
The guys skated a victory lap around the rink before shaking hands with the Wardens. They looked devastated at the loss.
I couldn’t blame them, but I was too excited for my guys to care.
Greer went out with the victory he’d been craving.
I’d hit publish on the second article months ago, and Jeremiah Kingsford immediately funded a full sports edition to The Gathering Place.
Part of it was for his own gain, of course. I’d be covering the Narwhals from time to time, but now I was able to hire two new sports journalists, along with another editor to help Charlie.
Just like I’d hoped, The Gathering Place was growing day by day, more members subscribing and sharing our articles. We even had a full print version now that went out bimonthly.
A flutter in my stomach had me gasping.
Rylan looked over, startled, but I just snatched his hand and placed it on my belly.
“The babies are celebrating with us.”
He bent down right there in the stands, placing several kisses on my belly, one for each of the triplets.
As a pack, we’d determined we didn’t want to know the paternity. Love and environment mattered more than biology.
I knew that more than most. So did my pack.
Our babies were going to be beyond spoiled.
As the stands cleared out, we hurried to wait by the locker room.
The whole team was practically running out, ready to celebrate, asking if our pack was coming, too.
But both Greer and Kota shook their heads.
“I think we’re going to celebrate with our omega,” Greer said, pulling me close and kissing me, one hand resting on my belly.
They always did that now.
Though, they were touching me constantly before I was pregnant, too, which is how I got into this situation.
Now, in just a few short months, we were going to welcome our babies into this world.
They would have a full-time stay-at-home dad thanks to Greer’s retirement, and the rest of us would be close by.
We were finally going to have the family that I’d always dreamt of.
I’d made one rule for myself growing up that I promised not to break. It was to never date a hockey player.
I was thankful every day that I broke it.
GREER
“Abbott, I have a question for you,” one of the press called out. I nodded for her to go on. I’d only agreed to this final press release because Hayes asked. It was a solid way to say goodbye to the fans.
So was that AHA cup we’d earned.
“We all heard that this was your final year. Can you confirm that rumor or deny it?”
A smile spread across my face, relief filling me that someone brought it up before I had to.
“Yes. This is my final season, and we brought home the Cup.” My team cheered in the front row and it took several minutes for the room to calm.
“But, Abbott, how does that make you feel? Ducking out now while you’re one of the biggest names in hockey?” He sounded affronted. Like I was hurting someone by making this choice for myself and my pack.
“I’m going out on my own terms,” I said, tapping my chest. “Things have changed for me. My body is not exactly what it used to be. As much as I tried to hide it, the truth is, years of hockey have taken a toll. It takes an entire team of doctors, nutritionists, and a physical therapist to keep me from losing my mind. I also found my pack. I have two omegas now who need me and babies on the way. My priorities have shifted. It’s time for a new chapter in my life. ”
At the announcement, more journalists yelled out their questions, demanding answers that they weren’t getting from me.
Maybe it was the effect of having omegas, or that this was my last interview, but I didn’t let a single jab or comment get to me.
I answered a few more questions before Hayes redirected everyone to Lachlan Evans.
His career had exploded this season. He’d literally brought us straight to the AHA Cup.
As much as they wanted to act like my name was the biggest here, it wasn’t. Not anymore.
Kota was just as sharp. He’d played hard and had no plans of leaving. Evans had earned his place, and there were so many teams begging for him to join them.
When the press finally let me go, I rushed out to greet the pack waiting for me.
Roxie and Rylan were standing in the front, both of them smiling brightly.
“Well, how do you feel? You’re a free man now.”
“It feels nice. I’m excited. I’ll get to spend extra time with my omegas and our babies when they get here. Hell, maybe my body will finally recover a little bit.”
Mornings had been getting a little more rough as the season wore on. I hadn’t exactly treated my hockey career gently. I’d played hard, and I’d be paying for it for a while.
Good thing I was mates with my physical therapist.
Both of my omegas were both beaming at me, happy that I was choosing myself.
It would give me the time to support Roxie as her career exploded. She was writing more than ever now.
Rylan wanted to stay on with the team and loved working for the Narwhals. The guys trusted him and he was truly happy.
He’d worked miracles for me for the last six months, and I knew damn well he was going to keep doing it for all of them.
The Narwhals were finally out of hot water as well. The articles had done the trick and the cup we won certainly didn’t hurt.
Roxie had come here intending to give the Narwhals a chance to prove that they deserved to be part of the AHA, and here we were almost a year later, thriving.
Our reputation was not only fixed, but people saw us as humans, not just players. We’d even gained more of an omega fan base than we’d ever had before. Our numbers were rising.
That was who Roxie was. She had a way of walking into people’s lives and bringing joy and compassion, teaching them that they were always strong enough to handle anything life threw at them.