Before Papa can fill Angel’s head with baby nonsense, a loud bang from behind startles me. Hazel strides in, muttering about incompetent assholes under her breath.
Taking in the scene in front of her, she curses loudly, “Oh, for Lucifer’s sake, please tell me I didn’t just walk in on a crying fest.It’s been a long ass week, and if I have to be around you babies tearing up, I’m going to lose my shit…”
Stopping abruptly when her gaze finds Papa, she awkwardly waves, “Oh. Shit, sorry for ruining what I’m guessing is an extremely heart-warming and sappy-as-shit reunion.”
Papa stares at her in shock before throwing his head back in roaring laughter. I watch with wide eyes as he loses his ever-loving shit and nearly falls to his knees.
“Oh, Heaven is going to love this,” Papa murmurs with a mischievous look in his eyes, pointing heavenward. “Looks like there are some new additions to the family,” he says, smiling at Jackson before fixing his cheeky gaze on Hazel.
“Mate.”
Wait what?!
My father walks to a frozen Hazel, watching his every step with a calculative look. My mouth falls open when his dark essence seeps out of him and circles Hazel eagerly. Papa watches her with awe, and his smile widens on Hazel’s small gasp when his Divine brushes the naked skin of her arms.
I’m about to warn him about Hazel’s no-touching rule when both their eyes flash black for a quick second before returning to normal.Woah, is that a mate thing?
“No. Fucking. Way.” Hazel quietly exclaims, her eyes not straying from Papa as the excited essence finally settles. Papa chuckles; his eyes are practically shooting hearts when he hears Hazel curse so casually.
I’ve never seen a couple who screams‘made for each other’the way they do.
A loud, hysterical laughter breaks my focus from the uh… couple? to Seiji, who is rolling on the floor, dying of short breaths.
“Of course, they are mates!”
EPILOGUE
Perfect ending or a new beginning?
Nevaeh
With a content sigh, I shuffle back to sit between Angel’s legs with my back pressed against his chest. Leaning my head on his broad, naked shoulder, I breathe in the freshwater scent of the waterfall mixed with my mate.
It’s been long weeks of all work and no play, so this morning, Angel surprised me by waking me up with his sweet kisses to offer a relaxing day with just the two of us sunbathing on the roof of the Horsemen castle. It’s the perfect way to rekindle the romance a ton of paperwork was starting to ruin.
Watching the madness in the supernatural world unfold, the King of Hell finally had enough and decided it was time to tighten the reins on his creations.
Not long after the Tetrad kingdom defeated its enemy, the King of Hell formed an elite group to watch out for inter-species conflicts and help deescalate them. He wanted what happened between the Horsemen and witches to be a once-in-a- lifetime kind of event.
I remember the day Elias Azrael, the Angel of Death, visited us. Being chosen to leadthe Diablo Towers,he wanted to clarify that he wasn’t happy about Horsemen almost succeeding in making the witches extinct.
It’s a good thing he was mostly unhappy about not getting invited to the carnage rather than reprimanding us.
Let’s be honest; it’s not like the Diablo Towers can say much when it comes to the Horsemen. We might not be obliged to answer to him, but we were happy to participate in whatever plans of harmony he had.
Anxo convinced him that The Tetrad kingdom was not planning to wage war and that world domination was not in our five-year plan. When he left, it was clear by his relief that Elias didn’t want to prepare for doomsday a week into being head of the Diablo Towers.
I think it’s safe to say my first year as a free citizen has been chaotic, to put it lightly. After rebuilding the kingdom and dealing with the repercussions of the war, it’s certainly a change to feel this blissfully calm with no lingering enemies or threats.
The urge to be closer to my mate makes me turn and straddle Angel’s hips. I have to brace my hormones, so I won’t trace the V just above his swimming trunk with my tongue. They’re still wet from when he tried to teach me how to swim in the pool on the second floor before giving up and carrying me to the rooftop.
It takes all my inner strength to drag my eyes from the hard lines on his stomach to his chest and then his eyes. I’m not surprised his dark forest green eyes are filled with never-ending love as his arms wrap protectively around me.
Huffing, I ask, “Are you tired of me already?”
The warmth in his eyes is immediately replaced with a different kind of burn. Oh goody, now I have his complete attention.
“You haven’t kissed me in twelve whole minutes. I don’t like how you’re not obsessing over me, mate.” I’m not ashamed to admit the tiny bikini bottom I’m wearing dampens dramatically when his lips quirk up.
