Epilogue

Lake

One Month Later . . .

"Calm down, little Fae. It's gonna be okay."

Tucker's words don't do anything to ease the panic threatening to overwhelm me.

"How can I calm down in a time like this?" I snap, still pacing the length of the kitchen. A kitchen that sits in to the side of an open space home he'd moved us into not too far from the clubhouse. But far enough to give us privacy.

I love the house. It's spacious, with plenty of rooms to fill. Tucker could even shift into his tiger form and not knock into walls or anything else. There are six bedrooms in total, five bathrooms. One in our room. One in what we've made the guest room. Two connecting between bedrooms. And one that's off the living room, it's more just a powder room.

The rest of the house is mainly an open floor plan, where I could see every bit of it. The living room was divided off by a sectional large enough for Tucker to be able to stretch out on. His big body can lay comfortably with me on top of him. Or to the side while watching the massive eighty-five-inch TV, which is normally set on something I want to watch. I've been obsessed with watching crime shows. I don't know what it is about them, but I love trying to figure out who did it along with the cast.

The dining room and kitchen were mainly one big space with an island in the middle that we placed benches on one side of. I hadn't picked out a dining table yet. Well, Tucker wouldn't let me. He said he was working on something to put in there.

"If you don't calm down, Lake, I'm gonna take you to the bedroom and fuck you until you do."

"Really, Tucker." I whirl on him, eyes narrowed. "You're going to threaten me with sex? You know just how much I like having sex. That wouldn't work to calm me down. Besides, we don't have time for sex. Let alone you taking me to the bedroom." If he did, we wouldn't make it to the clubhouse on time. Sex with Tucker isn't quick. It's wild and hot. Passionate, and lasts for hours. Not that I'd ever complain. I find I thrive off him being inside me.

Tucker moves into my space, cornering me against the countertop. "Little Fae, you wouldn't be thinking about anything but my cock sliding inside you. You won't be thinking of all the shit that's got you worked up."

"I know that," I whisper breathlessly. "Still, we don't have time for it. Besides, I'm already dressed and ready to go." I was, and I couldn't wait.

Tucker promised he'd take me on the back of his bike today. Because of me being pregnant, he doesn't usually take me out riding. He didn't want to put our baby, cub, whatever people want to call him or her, at risk. However, he knew with what we were about to do, I needed to be on the back of his bike. To feel the freedom it gives me.

Since the day he killed Zurri, things have settled for us and the club. Well, as far as I know, it has. I know they're still dealing with blood witches and keeping them out of the territory they claim as theirs. I don't blame them. Those witches are nasty from what Karsyn and Harmony have told me.

I'd never met one myself which is fine by me. I hope I never do.

I have enough on my plate with the dragons. Like Nyx said, they kneeled to me. It's strange how quickly they were willing to turn against Zurri. They listened to me as I said I didn't want war between shifters. They needed to call a truce. Barrydi agreed, and I proclaimed in front of the others that he was to take Zurri's place so long as he ended the wars and just kept the peace. I didn't care if they lived in the dragon realm or not, so long as no harm came to others.

Barrydi agreed and formed the alliance with not just Corbin and Cyrus, but the Vampire King as well. Eerie as it was, it was complete.

Now, there was only one thing left to do. Which means Tucker has to get us to the clubhouse.

Tucker takes a look at my outfit, grins, and shakes his head. "Yeah, baby, you're dressed and ready to go," he murmurs, stepping away.

I thought he was going to move farther, but he doesn't. Instead, he grips my hips, spins me around, and whispers his order in my ear. "Hands on the counter, little Fae."I do as he says without thinking. My breathing picks up as his hands move, and he unbuttons my jeans.

"Tucker," I utter, looking forward to him being inside me.

"Don't worry, we'll be quick," he murmurs, sliding my jeans down the length of my legs. "But you'll be relaxed once we're done."

I bet I would be.

"Little Fae," Tucker murmurs, helping me off the bike. His gaze on me, but I wasn't focused on him. I was looking across the space of the yard of the club's property to where my dad and uncles stood. In the crook of my dad's arm, stood a woman who looked so much like me. She was beautiful.

We were late getting to the clubhouse, as expected, with Tucker taking me in the kitchen at the house. We ended up on the floor and were now over an hour late. We were supposed to be here before them.

But there they stood.

My mom and dad.

They were reunited at last.

"Come on." Tucker curls me in the crook of his arm. "Remember, you'll be okay."

I nod and let him guide me to the woman who gave me life.

Without her, I'd never have Tucker. I wouldn't have anything that I now have. Her sacrifice means everything to me. She gave up her life to have me. Her strikes in life were what brought me to Tucker.

My life finally has a meaning because I have him. I know who I am. Standing at Tucker's side, I know he'll always lend me his strength as I will for him. It's a beautiful thing if you ask me, and I look forward to enjoying each and every day with not only my mate, but the children we make.