EPILOGUE
GREEK
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The soft rustle of the leaves outside the cabin windows was a comforting backdrop as I stared down at the blank page of my journal. I gripped my pen tightly. This would be my first journal entry. I needed to practice what I preached. I told every omega who came to the safe haven clinic the same thing. That healing starts with acknowledging your story.
It was time for me to do the same. I took a deep breath and released it slowly. The scent of cedarwood and leather lingered faintly in the room, mingled with citrus and jasmine. I could hear the occasional deep rumble from Demon as he snored lightly.
I knew my Little Fox was tucked up next to him, sleeping peacefully after a hard day’s work. My chest ached with affection as I dipped the pen to the page and wrote about how we came to be where we are today.
"After the battle, we got rid of all the evidence left behind. Nathan, Natalie, and Lucius—what they had done to me, to us—would never haunt another soul again. Demon made sure of it when he dragged their bodies to the swamp and fed them to the gators. It felt fitting. A kind of finality that was brutal and raw, much like the bond we’ve forged in the aftermath of everything they tried to destroy.
The cabin we called home during those harrowing days wasn’t ours anymore. It was tainted by their blood, their hatred, and everything we’d endured. So we cleaned it, left it as pristine as possible, and moved on. But we didn’t leave without taking pieces of it with us—not the pain, but the moments that made us stronger. Before we left, Demon handed us small figurines he’d purchased before the attack. A sly fox for Sofia, always clever and untamed. A shy rabbit for me, still learning my strength but no longer afraid of the world. And a bear for him, steadfast and fierce, but with a gentleness that only those who truly knew him could see.
That cabin was just a stepping stone, a place we needed to be to find each other. But it wasn’t home. Sofia’s family surprised us all when they welcomed us with open arms. Her father, stubborn and as fierce as she is, finally accepted that she wasn’t cut out for farm life. Instead, he supported us, helping me get registered as an omega and ensuring our bond was recognized legally. He even insisted we get registered as part of his pack. Pack Agresti. That day was surreal. For the first time, I wasn’t a shadow, a secret, or someone else’s property. I was Greek, free, loved, and bound to two people who completed me in ways I never thought possible.
Now, we work at the Safe Haven clinic. Sofia and Demon are patrollers, their presence a reassurance to the omegas and others who come here seeking safety. They keep this community secure, their bond strengthening with every step they take together. As for me, I’ve found my purpose as a counselor. I meet with omegas like me, those who carry the scars of the past and the weight of unspoken fears. I help them find their voice, guide them to their own healing so they can tell their stories, just as I’m doing now.
Our new home is everything I could have dreamed of. A three-bedroom cabin nestled in the woods, where the air smells clean, and the silence is a balm rather than a threat. Demon and Sofia insisted I decorate it however I wanted, and I poured my heart into it. Soft blankets, warm tones, little trinkets that remind me of the life we’ve built. It feels like us—messy, vibrant, and full of love.
I’m happy here. Truly happy. The kind of happiness I never believed I deserved. I wake up every morning with the loves of my life beside me, and I go to sleep every night knowing I’m safe, cared for, and wanted. Fate gave me a second chance, and I’m thankful for it. I’ll savor it every day for as long as I live.
The ink shimmered slightly as it dried, the words on the page feeling more permanent than the scars that used to define me. I closed the journal carefully and tucked it into the drawer of the small desk Demon had built for me, its wood polished smooth by his capable hands.
The bed was warm when I climbed in, Demon on one side and Sofia on the other. They shifted slightly as I settled between them, their arms instinctively reaching for me, pulling me close. Sofia’s hand rested on my chest, her fingers curling against my shirt, while Demon’s arm draped heavily over my waist, his face buried against the crook of my neck.
This was everything. My safe place. My home. I closed my eyes, the rhythm of their breathing lulling me into a deep, peaceful sleep. For the first time in my life, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be, and that was wherever my mates were.
I, Greek Matthews, of Pack Agresti, was living my happily ever after.