Epilogue

My mate was glowing, happiness sparkled in her eyes as she laughed and chatted with her sister.

Warlord Kai and I sat around the elaborately decorated dining table and watched our mates by candlelight, a nuance Lavender had insisted was romantic.

I needed no romance, my heart and soul were already hers. I simply needed to be in her presence to be content. The beast agreed, watching the proceedings with a quiet contemplation I had not known him capable of.

I glanced at Kai and wondered if he felt the same. Tamed. Content. At peace for the first time since childhood, before the war, before the endless battles, killing, capture and torture at the hands of our enemies. To this day, I was not certain how I’d survived.

For her.

The beast had fought for our mate, for the future promised to him, for this very moment.

Larkspur lifted her glass of a sweet juice she called sparkling cider. “A toast.”

“Oh, goodie. I love toasts.” Lavender lifter her glass and held it high, nodding her chin at me to participate. Kai and I both lifted our tankards of Atlan Ale and waited.

Larkspur didn’t speak. Her gaze locked with Lavender’s and they both burst into giggles. “Should we tell them first?”

Lavender looked up at me from under her lashes, the love I saw there stole my breath. Gods be damned, I’d done it. I’d captured her heart. Made her happy. Proved my worth as her mate. That look made me want to kick our guests out, strip her naked, and thank her with my mouth on her pussy until she was a hot, sweaty mess of orgasms. Then I’d fuck her, make her come again and again until she collapsed in my arms, asleep on my chest.

It had quickly become my favorite way to sleep.

“Tell us what?” Kai asked.

His question earned him another round of excited laughter.

What were these two females up to?

Lavender reached for my hand and I gently folded my hand over hers. “I am beginning to feel like a fool, holding this ale in the air. To what are we toasting?”

Lavender and Larkspur locked gazes once more and my mate gave her sister a nearly imperceptible nod. “Do it. Just like we planned.” She twisted around to look at the control panel by the door. “Comm, activate video recording.”

What?

“Recording,” the computerized voice responded.

Lavender turned back around. “Okay, Lark. A toast.”

Larkspur lifted her glass and held her mate’s gaze as she spoke. “To the babies.”

“To the babies.” Lavender echoed.

The tapped their glasses together and each took a sip as neither Kai nor I moved.

Did she say babies? More than one?

“What babies are we toasting?” Kai asked. I heard the same cautious excitement in his voice that I, myself, was feeling.

Larkspur smiled, her eyes lit up with mischief. “Ours. Yours.” Her gaze darted to me. “Both of yours.”

I turned to find Lavender’s eyes glistening with tears. Gods help me, my female cried a lot. Happy. Sad. Tired. I had learned the taste of many tears, but this tenderness in her gaze was new.

“We’re going to have a baby, Tazo.” She put her drink down and reached for her sister’s hand. “We both are.” She burst into laughter and looked at Kai. “We all are.”

“You are both with child?” This was beyond a miracle.

“Yes.”

“How is this possible?” I didn’t understand. The odds of both our mates becoming pregnant at the exact same time had to be astronomical.

“Well, we lived together. Right? And we spent a lot of time together, so our cycles synced.” Lavender tried to explain, but her words made no sense.

“Your cycles?” Kai sounded as confused as I.

“We ovulated on the same day. We met you two on the same day. In fact, Doctor Surnen believes we got pregnant within hours of each other.” Larkspur stood and pulled Kai to his feet. “We’re going to have a baby, big guy.”

His beast surged to the surface, lifted his mate into his arms, and stormed toward the door.

Larkspur squealed. Lavender laughed as he carried her out the door. “Don’t worry, big sis. I’ll get the dishes.”

When the door slid closed, Lavender deactivated the recording and turned to look at me.

“Are you happy?” I hated the doubt I heard in her voice.

I dropped to my knees and turned her to face me so I could lean in and press a kiss to her abdomen where, even now, our child grew safe and warm. “I am overjoyed. You are a miracle, mate. A blessing I do not deserve.”

“Well, that’s true,” she teased. When I looked up into her eyes, her doubt had been replaced by something I treasured above all else. Love.

Mate. Mine. Baby. Mine! The beast was very proud of himself. I couldn’t help but smile.

“I love you, Lavender. I love our child. I thank the gods every day that Kai kidnapped the wrong sister.” Had that mistake not been made, my mate would still be on Earth, alone. Unprotected. Without me.

“So do I.” She leaned forward and kissed me. “I love you, warlord. You’re mine.”

“Forever, mate.”

“Forever.”

The beast roared to life within and pushed his way to the surface to join the celebration. I did not try to deny him. Lavender was his mate as well. The child? His. Ours. Perfect.

“Mine!” He lifted her from her seat and carried her to the wall, removing her clothes as he went. She was hot, wet. Ready. We thrust deep, her keening cry of pleasure pure bliss. She was ours. Our mate. Our miracle. Our heart.

She was everything.

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