Epilogue Revea
Two Months Later
Paris is beautiful this time of year. In early summer, the sky’s a clear blue, the soft breeze holding warmth and sweetness of blooming flowers… and the scent of my pack.
We arrived in Paris a couple of hours ago, on a private jet, which I didn’t see much of because I was carried into the bedroom over Kaiden’s shoulder and remained there for the duration of the short flight.
Not that I’m complaining.
Then we arrived at a beautiful French manor just a short distance from the convention. I don’t even want to think about how much it costs to stay here for just a weekend.
Sylvan has taken great care in planning most of the trip. For the past few weeks, he’s been sharing his detailed spreadsheet with me, asking for my opinion and feedback almost every night, except for the surprise manor.
Probably because I’m still living with them. And I’ve stopped using the word ‘temporary’.
It’s just… happened.
More of my things started being moved in, more omega-friendly furniture, and the nest became our permanent sleeping arrangement.
I’ve even introduced them to my parents over video call, much to my mother’s absolute delight. Didn’t take my dads long to warm up when they began talking about their security firm.
“They’ve only got two guys on the doors?” Luc murmurs as we approach the grand building.
I sigh. Part of me knew this would happen when I asked them to attend. Thankfully, they decided not to wear their uniforms.
“And no perimeter guards,” Val adds, scanning the roads.
“Which firm is securing the event, Syl?” Kaiden asks. His large hand rests on my lower back, guiding me forward.
“Hexa Sécurité événementielle.”
I turn to stare at Sylvan and his perfect French accent as we walk up the steps, but he’s too busy studying the street to notice.
“Guys, this is a hair convention. Not a United Nations meeting,” I whisper as we quickly approach the entrance, and two guards dressed in impeccable black suits immediately lock onto my pack.
I clear my throat, and one of them finally looks down at me. “Hi.” I smile, pulling out my lanyard—
“Qui est en charge de la sécurité sur ce site?”
Is he… Is Sylvan speaking French?
I grab Luc’s hand, tugging until he leans down. “Sylvan can speak French?!”
He grins. “All of us can, carino.”
I blink up at him. “You’re joking.”
“Non.”
That one word is enough to make my stomach swoon. But my gaze falls back to Sylvan as he continues speaking to the guard, already deep in fluent conversation.
Then Val steps forward, adding something low and precise, also in heart-fluttering French.
I stare at them, lips parted. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
But when Kaiden moves to join, his French is sharp, his expression turning stern, and the guards instinctively step back.
At this rate, we’ll either be banned or never make it inside.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I say loud enough for all the smooth French speaking to stop.
I hold my pass above my head as I wedge in between my alphas, still gripping Luc’s hand, and flash the French guards an apologetic smile. “Merci.”
Then, as the instigator, I grab Sylvan’s shirt and pull him with me too.
Once again, showing his intelligence, Sylvan makes the right decision to allow me to drag him away.
After a few steps down the hallway, he takes my hand to entwine our fingers together.
“Sorry. Are you mad?” Sylvan asks, his soft voice already pulling at my heart—
“Nah, Syl. Our omega was just really enjoying your French.”
I stop walking, turning to glare at Luc, but he just winks. I pull in my lips to stop my smile.
“I was stopping any… escalation,” I say.
Sylvan lifts my hand suddenly, pressing his lips lightly against my knuckles. “Tu aimes quand je parle francais, chérie?”
My stomach flips, but I narrow my eyes. “I don’t know what you’re saying, Sylvan Vale.” He smiles against my hand. Clearly, my scowl has failed. “But I’m about to be using very sharp shears on stage. Don’t make me a safety risk.”
“?Te gusta, sí?” Luc’s breath ghosts my ear, sounding far too pleased with himself as he closes in until my back is against the nearest wall. “?Sigo?”
Then he leans down and kisses me, pressing against my front, making it very clear of his intent when he grinds his hardening cock against me.
Sylvan joins in almost as fast, his mouth against my jaw, grazing my cheek as he lands on my ear and nips the lobe.
“Not here.”
I open my eyes to Valentin’s grumble. Luc laughs in response but stops, licking his lips as he stares at my mouth.
When Val holds out his hand, I take the escape, but as he pulls me out from between Luciano and Sylvan, he inhales, and those hazel eyes twist with blackening desire.
A large hand settles on the back of my neck.
“Was the plane journey not enough, omega?” Kaiden’s lips brush my temple as he inhales. “Clearly not, your scent is…”
My heart pounds as his nose nuzzles my throat and he releases a groan.
I wet my lips. “That isn’t exactly my fault, alphas.”
I try to step out of his hold, towards the doors that I know lead into the main hall—
His grip around my neck tightens until his fingertips meet around my throat. When he tugs me back against him, I have to fight to keep my eyes from rolling.
“I don’t want anyone else near you when you smell like that,” he grits out, words rumbling with a growl.
Fuck, I love it when they’re possessive.
But I’ve got a job to do.
“Good thing there’s double the industrial neutralisers in there…” I nod to the doors ahead. “And no one will be this close to me.”
“Better not be,” Val grumbles from behind.
I give them all a sweet little smile as I look over my shoulder, then peer up into Kaiden’s eyes above me. “Although this is fun...” My fingers wrap around one of his, slowly plying it away as I lower my voice. “You need to think of another way to stake your claim, alphas.”
His lips part, and the grip on my throat falls away. I smirk as I look between my alphas. They all heard me, and for once, it isn’t just Sylvan who looks confused.
I sigh, turning and heading towards the doors, pushing them open while the air hums with my alphas’ frantic thoughts.
I’ve been dropping hints for days.
Besides saying, I want you to sink your teeth into me, I’m not sure what else they need.
I’ve been keeping my neck on full display, tying my hair up more, pushing into their teeth when they do give me a nibble.
Nothing.
I gave the courting gift first; the least they can do is bite me.
As we enter the main room, I’m greeted by a staff member who checks my pass and starts escorting me to the stage.
We chat casually about the event while my alphas follow diligently at a distance, providing subtle support.
But once we’re in the back, I make a point of calling them to me, introducing them to friends and colleagues whose eyes often widen as they take them in.
I try to hide my smile, but I’m damn smug about it.
Individually, they’re gorgeous, but as a pack? Undeniable.
I knew what would happen when I decided to invite them here; I knew people would look. I can’t blame them, but now that it’s happening, my omega is pacing inside, snarling whenever someone stares for too long.
But every time that feeling of jealousy rises, I find their eyes on me.
Always on me.
Soon, it’s my time on stage, and I fall into a natural rhythm. From the sidelines, they watch, and I make a point of using the shears they bought me. I have my dad’s too, but they remain in my pouch like a grounding weight.
By the time the three hours have gone, I’ve cut, dyed, and styled my model’s hair to perfection.
The session ends, and I’m taken off by one of the event leads. We discuss future conventions, a more permanent role at future events, and as we trade details, my pack approach.
Again, everyone turns to look at them. Why wouldn’t they? Even in t-shirts and jeans, they scream alpha, military—but they’re mine.
Even when Val holds out a bottle of water, a clear indication that they are indeed my alphas, I catch pining omegas in the distance. Even the event lead lingers before giving me a small smile and leaving.
This won’t do at all.
“Third time watching me teach, what did you think?” I smile, placing a hand on Val’s sternum and sliding up. “Boring?”
Rather than answer, he unscrews the lid and holds it to my lips. “Drink,” he orders.
I arch a brow.
“Please.”
This feels familiar; the twitch of his lips tells me he knows it. But I tilt my head back without complaint, just enough for him to gently pour the cool liquid into my mouth.
Our eyes never drop as I swallow, his hand claiming my lower back, nudging me even closer.
I’m suddenly very thirsty.
“You were incredible,” he says then, voice soft, gaze intent as he takes the bottle back. “Couldn’t take my eyes off you.” Then his mouth claims my lips, his other hand in my hair, his hot tongue sweeping against mine.
We’ve barely started when he suddenly parts, leaving me breathless as the others crowd around me, hands touching and guiding, leading us through the loud crowds and out.
I’m still in a daze as the air hums violently. When we make it back onto the street and the noise of the convention dulls into something distant, I barely get two steps down the stone path before a hand closes around my waist, and I’m suddenly not walking anymore.
“Kaiden!” I squeak, hands rushing to his shoulders as onlookers stare. “Kaiden,” I whisper sharply, “put me down! We’re in public!”
“No,” he says simply, voice level even if the air spikes. I gawk at his audacity, hands clawing into fists, until he adds, “We’re staking our claim.”
Confirming rumbles erupt.
Hung over Kaiden’s back, I look up to see my alphas following closely behind, their gazes locked on me, eyes a dark contrast against the blood-orange sky.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Kaiden murmurs, his large hand gripping my thigh, fingers digging into the delicate skin. Bruising it. “We’re just doing what you asked, omega.”