Epilogue
Atiox
Aturn later
My sweet omega clicks a few things on the processing center before turning happily to me and Lux.
“Should be set,” she chirps.
I shake my head, in awe of her, as I often am.
“Are you sure?” Lux asks. “We could always run the numbers by hand—”
“No need,” Tavi says, raising an eyebrow. “This script will fine comb the records. And if that’s not good enough for those idiots in Figate, I’ll go there myself to sort it out.” She shrugs as she stands. “Now, if we don’t get moving, we’ll be late, and that is no way for me to make an impression.”
She kisses us both and slips away, in search of Ziam, to kiss him as well, no doubt.
I hear him a moment later, asking her if she has her inhaler in her pocket, and her slightly exasperated response.
I look at Lux and shrug. She grins and runs a hand through her short hair.
WE’RE SITTING AROUND the large dining table in the home of Pack Gathea. Their dining hall is narrow and a fire merrily burns at the end in the hearth that takes up that entire wall.
“Here,” Tristan, Traex’s omega, says in a harried voice, as he hands me one of his kits. I drop my fork to use both hands to hold the nearly-sleeping little thing to my chest. Tristan sits next to Octavia and pours them both a glass of obis wine.
“So, when are they knocking you up?” he asks baldly.
Tavi coughs on her drink. “Oh, um—”
Elizabeth, the dark-haired omega whose home we’re in, chuckles. “My alphas have been trying, but Zatura has not blessed us yet.”
Her ufura, an easy-going alpha named Wells with a boyish face, nudges her. “It’s totally fine if I get to co-opt all your time for the rest of our lives, Libby.”
His hand moves under the table, and she swats his arm as she grins.
Tavi looks between us and her eyes fall on the tiny kit in my arms, snoring softly while its tiny horns tremble.
“We’ll see,” Tavi says as her face softens while a tiny smile plays at her gorgeous lips.
The End