Epilogue
Elias
One year later…
Anathea sat in bed, pillows piled up behind her back.
Cradled in her arms, our daughter. She was not the result of that first mini heat, but it was followed by a four-day true version just a couple of months later, and in that blur of lovemaking—I insisted that we call it that, although it was wild and a little rough and unending—we created one perfect, beautiful little person.
“Is she here yet?”
I kissed our omega gently on her lips and Katrina on her soft, pale-lavender curls. I’d assumed Anathea colored her hair when we met, and I loved how natural it looked. Turned out, it was natural to her, and now our daughter. “Carter says they will be pulling up any minute.”
“I can’t wait to see my sister. It’s been so long.”
When she got pregnant, she asked for Teri to come and visit. Not her parents. She was trying to get past her anger and grief at what they did to her. They spoke on the phone occasionally, but she had not given them the green light to come meet their granddaughter and her pack in person.
Just then, the suite door burst open and a woman a couple of years younger than Anathea burst in. “Where is my niece?”
I stepped back just in time to avoid being run down by the excited new auntie. Jayden and Carter were behind her, and we stood in the doorway and watched the two people we loved best be hugged and cuddled by someone else who loved them.
It was amazing.
And beautiful. Teri was going to stay for a month, and she’d be a big help to her sister.
But we weren’t going to step back, either.
Our omega would have everything she needed or wanted while she healed from giving birth.
And always. She brought us joy every day, and it was literally the least we could do to return it.
“Jayden, can you get my sister a cup of ice water?” Anathea asked. “Please?”
“Of course.” My pack brother raced out of the room and I chuckled. Not because he looked silly but because if it had been me she asked, I’d have looked the same.
Our mate, our love, our fated, our omega made every day magic.