She smiles. “Why would I spend mine when I can spend yours?”
I kiss her, and she puts the paperwork back down on the table as Lorcán and Cillian come back into the room.
“What in the fuck was that?” Lorcán asks, looking around like he was just brought back from the Twilight Zone.
“Thinking Dá finally told her to get her shit together, or he would actually divorce her. She’d have nothing,” Cillian answers.
“I can deal with that. I’ve dealt with enough mob wives to know the drill.” Elena gasps and clutches her chest. “Oh my fucking God, am I a mob wife?”
“Even better, a mob Omega,” I correct, and she smacks my chest.
Life is good, better than I ever expected.
45
ELENA - EPILOGUE
“You’re my favorite,”Maeve coos while she holds my ragdoll cat, Elvis, in her arms. “You’ll be nice and happy with me while they do hedonistic things in that room.”
“Should I be offended that my má loves a cat more than me?”
“He is very easy to love.”
Declan clasps a fist over his chest like I just shot him, and I wrap my arms around his waist. I’m feeling extra needy with my heat coming any day now. I’d let Elvis into the nest, but if I get a hint of his scent in there, I’m worried I’ll miss him during my heat. It’s probably completely ridiculous, but it’s better safe than sorry.
Fortunately, Maeve is staying here for the week and taking care of him while we get through my heat. It’s totally different now that we’re all bonded. There’s no what are we or what’s going to happen.
We’re a pack, a family, and I wouldn’t change a single thing.
“How are you feeling?” Declan asks as I grab Elvis from Maeve’s arms. She seems completely put out about it, but I’m not going to see him for a few days.
“Grand,” I sigh, kissing Elvis’ head.
“He will be fine. Just wait ‘til you all have kids of your own and all the corrupting I’ll do when you’re in heat,” Maeve cackles, making Declan shiver.
We’re not ready for that. We all still need time to grow as a pack and spend more time with each other. I’m also very team one-child-only, considering how fucked up all our familial situations seem to be. They would be spoiled rotten, that’s for sure.
“Can you make strawberry cake tonight?” I ask my mother-in-law.
She comes over and touches my forehead. No matter how much the old bat complains and criticizes, I know she loves all of us in her own Maeve-like way.
“Yes, give me Elvis. Why don’t you go lie down?”
I sigh as Declan holds my hand and takes me to my nest. He leaves the door open since there’s no need for it to be locked currently, and I plop down on the luscious bed in the center. I’ve basically redone the entire room for this heat. There have been no complaints. Teal didn’t feel right anymore. Purple did.
When I look over at the daybeds on the other side, I groan.
“What is it?”
“More scents,” I complain.
Declan kisses my head, already knowing what his mission is, not needing me to spell it out.
I lie on my side, an ache starting in my lower stomach, and I whimper.
As soon as the noise leaves my lips, Finn rushes into the room, crawls on the bed, and touches any available skin.
“What’s wrong? What do you need?”
