I don’t know whether you want to bite me or punch my throat, but I’m staying right here, I said quietly.
Her grandfather stepped between us, and I was suddenly grateful for their presence.
Lielit snorted, like she was deciding whether he’d just saved my life.
When they left, we sat together, feeding and holding the twins. When her eyelids finally drooped, I kissed the back of her hand.
Dickhead, she murmured, smiling faintly.
I know, I said, and didn’t let go.
With all three of them resting, I leaned back in my chair—content.
I wasn't alone. Fenrir sat with me on guard.
We’d feel better in the morning when we were able to take them all home. I pulled the blanket over Lielit’s bare arm, but never let go of her hand.
Our pack, he murmured as I stared at our children in awe.
Our family, I said in agreement.
Lielit was far more generous than I was.
I smiled at her parting shot even as exhaustion took over.
That's what set our queen apart.
After everything I’d done to her, it never dimmed her fire.
And I’d spend the rest of our days ensuring she always shone bright.
Epilogue
Lielit
Eight Weeks Later
He looked genuinely horrified and rocked Owain a little faster.
Didn’t you tell me he had multiple women he paid for sex?Bouda asked.
Yup.
So why is he acting like he’s never fucked before?
I glanced at Anaya and sighed.
Because he’s off his rocker.
“Don’t say things like that in front of the children,” he whispered.
I want you inside of me. It’s been two months.
Bouda sniggered.
When you fall asleep, I’m going to suck you off and ride you like a doped-up jockey.
He paused mid-rock, glanced down at Owain, then looked at me.
