Epilogue
Trevor
Daddy! Daddy! Papa's here!Two excited voices sounded in my head as the bed was suddenly overtaken by bouncing pups.
"Good evening, love." I caught Eric as he tried to hop over me and cuddled him to my chest. "Papa's here, is he?"
Yes!He struggled to break free as a pair of big hands gently gripped my hips and dragged me closer to his body.
"He is," Clint confirmed in my ear, his voice thick with laughter.
"Mmm," I melted back into him and released my grip on Eric, instead catching Adrian by the scruff of his neck and pulling him off of Clint's head. "Don't chew on Papa's hair, silly."
Adrian struggled in my grip, growling and yipping as he tried to burrow between us.
"Okay, boys," Clint raised his voice the slightest bit to catch their attention. "Why don't you go shift and get dressed and then Daddy and I will take you to breakfast at the diner?"
With the promise of bacon and cinnamon rolls looming, the boys scrambled off the bed, tumbling over each other as they hurried from the room.
"That's better," Clint whispered in my ear. "Roll over."
His lips claimed mine gently, but the kiss was firm and reverent. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were soft. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Amazing," I assured him, stretching against his warm body. "Absolutely amazing. You?"
"Pretty much like I won the lottery," Clint growled in my ear, setting off a shiver deep in my body. "I love you, Trevor."
"I know, Alpha," I snuggled closer, temporarily regretting the pajamas we had put on after our hasty shower before falling asleep. "I love you, too, Clint." When I looked up, I saw the slightest touch of disbelief in his beautiful eyes. "I do, you know." I ran my fingertip of the angry looking bite wound on his neck. "I would have never risked this, otherwise."
Clint continued to stare into my eyes and whatever he found there must have convinced him I was telling the truth, because he exhaled and kissed me again, slow and thoroughly.
"I guess me better feed the kids," he muttered against my lips, "and then go and see the witch."
"Clint? Do you have to call her that?" I asked hesitantly. "She has helped us out more than once."
Clint seemed surprised at my request. "Honey..I mean, Trevor, sheisa witch."
I sighed, but not at his argument. "Clint?"
"Yeah?"
"Remember when I got pissy about you calling me honey?"
"Vividly," he agreed, his expression darkening.
"I'm over it, love." I brushed my lips over his. "Please don't censor it anymore."
That earned me a kiss that very nearly resulted in us missing breakfast altogether.
~*~
Clint drove like a bat out of hell, the miles of highway nothing but a steady blur outside the window as the truck ate up the pavement. I would have been tempted to say something, to suggest a slightly slower pace, but I was just as eager to make it back to Hidden Dale as he was. After all, I still didn't know what was required to rid us of the spell and restore my mate to me.
The same librarian was working and she threw me a flirtatious smile. Clint snarled under his breath and hustled me along to the hidden staircase, but not before I caught a whiff of her scent and finally understood his agitation. Beneath her heavy perfume, there was the unmistakable scent of a female Alpha. I laughed to myself and squeezed Clint's hand. My Alpha's possessive streak made my heart sing.
Finally stepping into the rustic room at the top of the stairs, I was surprised to see that we were the last ones there. I took the same seat I had occupied the last time and then watched an uncharacteristically nervous Clint paced the room. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Clint? What's wrong?"
