“Fucking incredible,” Bastien supplied, earning an eye roll from Laurent that lacked any real annoyance.
Marcel’s thumb brushed my lower lip, his eyes serious despite the lingering pleasure evident in his expression. “You never cease to amaze me,” he said softly. “Just when I think I know all there is to know about you, you reveal another layer.”
I smiled up at him, at all of them, these four men who had claimed me and been claimed in return. “We have forever to learn each other,” I reminded them. “Every secret. Every desire. Every possibility.”
And in that moment, surrounded by the four men I loved in a forest that recognized me as its guardian, with the seed of all my princes drying on my skin and their love pulsing through the claiming bond, I knew one thing with absolute certainty—this was exactly where I belonged.
Not as the pretty girl from the village who felt guilt for not being normal. Not as a prize to be won or a possession to be controlled, but as Isabeau Dubois, daughter of Artemis and an inventor, guardian of the Enchanted Forest, and mate to four princes who loved me exactly as I was.
The forest hummed its approval around us, and somewhere in the distance, I heard Espoir’s joyful whinny. My unicorn, my hope, knowing I had found my way home at last.
The End
