Epilogue ABBIE
Three months later
“So, have you thought about baby names yet?” I ask Lyla as we clean up after the last patient.
Most of the omegas in the club are helping out in the medical center, since another successful raid with the Flaming Chains means we’re at full capacity.
I went along as a pair of extra hands for Patch, and I was both horrified and inspired by what I saw that night.
I volunteered to take on some of the most serious trauma cases, and while I’m still trying to fit in the occasional shift at the omega clinic, I’ve decided that I’m stretched too thin.
As much as I want to help every omega who crosses my path, my heart is with the club, and I want to focus my efforts here.
“Of course,” Lyla says as she places a new sterilized pad on the bed, ready for the next patient. “Tricks wants to make the baby a whole bunch of Flyers’ outfits, so I have to give her some advance notice of the gender at least.”
I chuckle, imagining a miniature Lyla in a bedazzled biker onesie. It’s not hard, since Jedi has a whole wardrobe of cute outfits that he keeps outgrowing. “Any hints? Asking for a friend.”
“Well, if it’s a boy, we’re thinking Robert, and if it’s a girl Sienna.” I stare at her in shock and she bites her lip, looking uncertain. “Only if you’re okay with it, of course.”
“Of course,” I whisper, a tiny ache unfurling in my chest that she’d consider using my parents’ names. They were Patch and Glory’s best friends, but Lyla doesn’t have any connection to them except through me. “Thanks for thinking of them.”
She leans over to give me a quick hug. “Your family is the foundation of this club, Abbie. It’s only right that we honor them if we can.”
I nod, dashing away a tear as I finish prepping the treatment bay. Late afternoon shadows are creeping into the room, reminding me that I’m already an hour past the end of my shift. If I don’t get a move along, one of the guys will no doubt be by soon to literally sweep me off my feet.
“I’ll see you at the party later?” I ask as I hurry to the door.
“I wouldn’t miss it for anything. Three of my favorite people are joining the council.”
I do a quick calculation in my head. Yep, I think I’m included in that number, even though I’m still getting used to the fact that I’m the Iron Flyers’ Secretary.
After Precious resigned from the position, it was a running joke between me and Ark that I’d take on the role.
It made sense, since one of my favorite games is to wear something slinky to his office and distract him from his paperwork.
Somehow, after fucking me on his desk, I got into the habit of fixing his filing system, and the next moment my name was up for the seat on the council.
“Hey, don’t forget these!” Lyla says when I have a foot out the door. She hands me a bunch of the biggest, sweetest roses I’ve ever seen, and my heart crimps a little more. “Say hi to your mom and Samson for me.”
I’m too full of emotion to do anything but nod. Wings made a plaque with Samson’s name on it to erect by my mom’s grave so I can visit him there, too. The fact that I get to leave a bunch of Lyla’s best roses with them makes it just that more special.
I pull my dog tags out from under my shirt as I hurry back to the clubhouse.
I trace my brother’s name with my thumb, but my focus quickly turns to Ark’s tag.
I’m pretty sure it’s the one with the tracker in it, but either way, I’ll never take them off.
They’re from a part of Ark’s life that he rarely talks about, but just knowing he was there with Samson eases some of the pain I still carry for my lost brother.
“See you soon,” I whisper, kissing the tags, and tucking them back under my shirt.
It’s an effort, but I turn my attention towards tonight’s party, which is being held to celebrate the new council members.
Ark put all of the vacant positions to a vote, and no one was surprised when Tricks was elected the club’s Treasurer, since her success with the store speaks for itself.
Cruise was also a popular choice for Road Captain, while Wings backed Bluff as VP all the way.
He was shocked by the support he got from the rest of the club, but given he’s become a critical part of the raids’ success, just about every omega in the clubhouse is in love with him.
My wild wolf, I think as I open the suite and find him standing buck naked in front of the mirror. Placing the roses on the dresser, I peel off my scrubs top and step up behind him, rubbing my chest against his back. “What are we doing? Admiring the physical perfection of the new Flyers’ VP?”
He snorts, grabbing my hand and pressing it to the big scar on his chest. We’ve been using Ark’s healing cream at least every other day, and I can already feel the difference in the thickness of the scar tissue.
Not that I want to change any part of him, but I like the fact that he’s so much more confident about stripping off his shirt.
Of course, that might have something to do with the fact that after the cream application, I usually end up bent over Ark’s spanking bench, while Bluff licks the scars on my back.
He rakes a hand through his long, dark locks and gives me a grin. “Just wondering if I need a haircut.”
“Depends if you also want to wax your balls.” He barks out a laugh, and I shrug. “You might own me body and soul, wolfman, but your wild mane belongs to me. Don’t fuck with it or you’ll be the one bent over the spanking bench.”
His eyes sparkle with mischief as he turns and pulls me into his arms. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Omega.”
He’s not kidding, either, because it turns out that Bluff is up for anything.
To my delight, he’s become a lot more hands-on with Wings in bed, and after practicing with some toys, helped coax my soulmate to take Pitt’s knot for the first time.
There’s nothing better than watching Wings explore his needs with our alphas, and I have high hopes for tonight, given that everyone is in a party mood.
I turn as Ark walks into the suite, his steps slowing as he takes in Bluff’s naked state. “You’re gonna need to wear more than that as our VP.”
I laugh, because tonight Bluff goes from a prospect to a full-patched member. That means an updated cut, and while I like his current lack of attire, I can’t wait to see him in his new VP patch.
“Maybe we could take it to a vote, Pres. Most of the omegas are salivating to see more of their white knight.”
Bluff blushes at his newfound popularity, but Ark looks at me curiously. “Not jealous, sweetheart?”
“Oh, I’m jealous as hell. But there’s a big difference between looking and touching.” I cock my head as his eyes rake over me, taking in my lacy bra and tight jeans. “Isn’t that what you told me when you had me ride your cock at the last movie night?”
He grins, as wolfish as Bluff at his best. “That was a good fucking movie.”
I cackle, crossing to the closet to grab my clothes. I could banter with my mates all day, but I still need to shower and dress, plus I want to try something new with my hair…
“Oof,” I murmur as Ark steps up behind me, pressing his hard body into mine.
I’m clutching my black leather pants, and he hums as he reaches past me to grab my red silk tank.
It’s the one I wore the night we reunited at the bar, and his scent thickens as he kisses the side of my neck.
“In my case, looking usually leads to fucking, butterfly, which is why I only have eyes for you.”
I snigger, although I’m oozing warm fuzzies from every pore. “I’m pretty sure everyone got that memo at movie night.”
“And what about tonight? How long do I have to stay in party mode before I get to peel you back out of these clothes?”
I grin at the frustration in his voice. Ark might have toned down his anti-social behavior now we’re a pack, but he still prefers to do his partying in our bed.
“Well, since it’s a formal event, and two of your packmates are joining the council, you probably have to tough it out for a couple of hours.
” I grin at him over my shoulder. “Deep breaths, and you’ll be fine, boss. ”
He grunts, but I can see the amusement in his eyes. “Handling me already, Ms. Secretary?”
“Behind every successful alpha is an omega who knows her shit,” I tell him loftily.
“Very profound.”
I grin, but he leans back to swat my ass. I’m protected a little by the denim, but it still stings enough to make me hop. “Ow! What did I say to deserve that?”
He just chuckles, and I clench my thighs tight, so he doesn’t know exactly how much I want to be handled, right here and right now.
Despite the temptation, we manage to make it to the riverbank where the party is being held without any clothing being prematurely removed.
I’m wearing the red tank, while Bluff settled on a Steppenwolf tee and a pair of new dark wash jeans.
Pitt and Wings went ahead early to help set things up and I smile as I find them lounging together on a picnic rug with beers in hand.
There’s a bonfire already lighting up the night sky, and trestle tables groan under the weight of Glory’s ribs, burgers, and sides.
Party lights are strung in the nearby trees, and the prospects have set out a pair of speakers the size of mini fridges.
Green Grass & High Tides is playing as I flop between my mates, and we trade soft, slow kisses, the air filling with our mingled scents.
“You look beautiful,” Pitt says, brushing a thumb over my leather-clad hip. “I’m still pissed I didn’t get a chance to dance with you at that bar.”
“Well, nothing’s stopping you now,” I tell him, winding my arms around his neck, and he grins as he hoists me into his arms. There are a few other couples already dancing, but I only have eyes for Pitt as we sway to the music. “You happy, butterfly?”