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?"

"Come here," I tell him, and he complies immediately, lying down next to me and wrapping his arms around me.

"I was thinking after your heat, we could visit Ireland," he suggests against my hair.

"We're not staying with your parents."

He belts out a laugh and shakes his head. "Fuck no. But I always loved going back home. I'd like to show it to you."

I pull back a little, looking at his handsome face. He's only gotten more beautiful the more I get to know him. He's still his blunt, sometimes rude self, but with me, he's different. Possessive and sometimes a helicopter Alpha, yes. But Finn cares deeply, and it's something he usually only shows me in private.

"I'd love that."

"I love you," he whispers.

"You better."

"When you're ready," he says, cupping my stomach. "I'm going to hoard you away and knot you as many times as you can take to make sure the baby's mine."

It shouldn't be as hot as it is when he says things like that. It's also another reason I think one kid is the way to go. If I have one with Cillian and Finn, they will basically be full siblings, and with Lorcán, they would be brother-cousins. It's just a little too complicated.

"I didn't think you'd be the one wanting a kid so badly."

"Something that's a mix of you and me? You think I'd miss out on that?"

"Sometimes you're really cute, you know."

"I'm not cute."

I boop his nose, and he looks horrified as he nips at my finger playfully.

"I'll let you know when I'm ready, but as of right now, I think Elvis is all I can handle."

Finn rolls his eyes. He hates when I let the cat into his room, but he always lets me do it anyway.

A slight pain trickles through me, and Finn grumbles in displeasure.

"Where's the device for your cramps?" he asks, and I point over to the drawer.

I'm irritated when he leaves the nest bed to get up, but it's quickly resolved as my three other guys come into the room, each of them holding something carrying their scent.

Lorcán takes Finn's spot and pushes my hair off my face.

"How are you feeling, princess? Is the nest perfect?"

"It is."

It truly is, I couldn't ask for a better nest for this heat, even if I change it for the next one.

"I like the purple," Cillian comments, lying on my other side.

"I did a good job?" I ask.

Cillian rubs my lower back, and Declan sits at the end of the bed, rubbing my feet.

"The best job, you're such a good Omega."

The words soothe something deep inside of me, knowing my Alphas are pleased with me. It all flows through the bond, making me feel content and cherished.

Finn slightly pushes Lorcán out of the way to put the device on my stomach. I feel his irritation over his spot being stolen, but he doesn't outwardly complain. It's a lot having four bonded mates, but I know I wouldn't change a thing even if I could.

I knew I was safe during my last heat, but this time, I know I'm loved. It's all I've ever wanted.

I'm touching each of my men, or they're touching me, and I sigh with nothing but excitement and happiness flowing through me. They might not be good men, but they're good to me.

Coming back to this house and becoming an O'Brien was the best gamble I ever took. I would take the same path a million times over to end up in their arms without a second thought. I'm the queen of their hearts, and they"re the men who make me feel complete.