Keith nods gratefully, choking out a rough, “Thank you. I know it means nothing now, but I’m sorry. It will never be enough, but Charles and I did try to be better for Kiara. I hope you’re happy, Linny.”
Her expression is hard but her words are soft. “I am happier than you can possibly fathom. No thanks to you.”
He nods, not waiting for her to accept his apology, and flees with my card. Once they’re out of sight, Madeline takes a deep breath, all of us coming to her side.
“You did amazing, babycakes. Stone-cold bitch looks incredibly hot on you.” Hunter kisses her cheek.
She slumps against us. “That was a lot. Satisfying, but overwhelming.”
Zachary takes her hand. “Sounds like closure.”
“Yeah, that felt good. Can we never think or speak of them again? I have all the family I need right here.”
We all press even closer to her. “Of course, honey.”
The bond thrums with her pride in herself and in us, with only a slight lingering touch of sadness. We focus on showering her with love, and by the time we finish dinner, she’s all smiles again.
Madeline’s life may not have started with the love she deserved, but we will make sure every day going forward is overflowing with it.
Epilogue
Madi
One year later
Iapply one last swipe of lipstick, fluff my ponytail, and exit the third floor bathroom, Bellini and Dreamsicle following me.
I walk past the closed door of the sunroom. We call it my hideaway. It’s a mix of a bedroom, nest, and office. This one room is for my personal space, and my alphas know when I’m in there with the door shut that I require privacy to decompress alone. They wanted to ensure I had a place where I can step away from everything if I’m feeling overwhelmed. It’s beautiful and overlooks the city, but I rarely ever use it.
Honestly, we should turn it into another guest room or offer it to Harper as a another painting room, since it has perfect natural light.
Now, the only time my pack and I are apart is when I travel. Not that there’s much time for it anymore. OmegaAir is flyinghigh in the sky with sold-out flights and growing demand for new routes. My inbox overflows with omegas and women thankful for a new way to travel that prioritizes their safety and comfort.
There was, of course, backlash from alphas, threats of lawsuits, and pathetic attempts to start a protest of it, but after omegas came forward with their experiences on traditional airlines, it was clear to everyone that this was a needed solution. There was nothing anyone could truly do to stop us with public support behind the project.
We’re expanding slowly, wanting to ensure the highest customer service experience in the industry. Our plane has extra wide seats, gourmet food, and plenty of in-flight entertainment. Another plane has been ordered and I plan on adding more domestic routes every year, and international flights within our first five years.
Between OmegaAir and my role as omega consultant at Nourish, my days are jam-packed. My nights are reserved for my pack, and we have a strict no work past six p.m. policy. As soon as Alric sets down dinner on our table, phones and laptops are forgotten.
I skip the elevator in favor of the stairs to enjoy the view from every floor I pass. It’s proof of the beautiful life we’ve built, their presence filling up every space, and I can never get enough.
My three alphas wait patiently in the foyer, smiling at me as I descend the last staircase as our luggage is loaded into the limousine outside.
Their love and affection for me is shining in the bond. Knowing how they feel about me, being able to sense it every minute of the day, I can’t believe I ever thought that they would change in any way. If anything, they’ve only grown even more patient and loving over the past year.
Hunter and Zachary scoop up the cats for transport.
“Knock, knock!” Harper says, walking up the steps, “Who’s ready to spend time with Auntie Harper!”
We hug each other. “Hey! Thank you so much for watching them.”
“Of course!”
Zachary holds up two matching leather cat carriers. “The little ones are all packed.” We had spent the morning cuddling with them, but I still unzip each one for a forehead kiss.
Both cats meow at Harper when he passes them to her.
“Don’t worry about anything!” she says. “My pack and I have everything under control and we will see you in a few weeks! I’m so excited, I’ve never stayed at a Greek villa before.”
