Spoilers ahead!! If you didn’t read the book, this will thoroughly spoil it!!

30 Epilogue 2

Blake

Six months later, and I’m holding Samuel on my hip as I put James down for his afternoon nap, the routine so familiar now that I barely have to think about the sequence of movements. Both boys have grown so much in these past months, their personalities starting to emerge in ways that constantly surprise and delight me.

James is the more serious of the two, always watching everything with an intensity that matches Luther, while Samuel is more like Grayson – quick to smile and fascinated by anything colorful or musical. Quentin said they might both be Omegas but I’m banking on Alphas. They’re too headstrong for any other designation. 

Granted, we won’t really know until they hit puberty.

The nursery has evolved over time to accommodate their growing needs, with soft play mats and annoying, loud toys scattered around the space. The walls are covered with artwork that Grayson created specifically for them, whimsical scenes of dragons and castles that will grow with them as they develop their own imaginations.

I just finish pulling James’ blanket over him when I hear Luca’s footsteps in the hallway. He appears in the doorway with a mysterious smile and something hidden behind his back, the kind of expression that immediately puts me on alert because it usually means he’s up to something.

“Where are all of our other mates?” I ask, noting the unusual quiet in the house.

“Oh, they’re downstairs eating lunch,” Luca replies casually, but there’s an excitement in his voice that he’s trying to contain. “I just wanted to show you something first.”

He brings his hands forward to reveal a small wrapped box. My immediate reaction is to groan internally because I have a pretty good idea what this might be.

“Did you get me another necktie?” I ask with mock exasperation. “You know how much I hate those things.”

Luca has been on a mission for the past six months to get me to dress more “professionally” for work, constantly buying me ties and formal accessories that I refuse to wear. The company employees have been making comments about my casual dress code, suggesting that I need to present a more traditional CEO image. But I’ve steadfastly refused to conform to their expectations, usually showing up in band t-shirts or button-down shirts with several buttons undone, much to Luca’s amused frustration.

It’s become more a joke than a requirement, many of the employees becoming extended family and babysitters that I hadn’t expected.

“No, it’s not a necktie, I promise,” Luca says with a laugh, reaching forward to take Samuel from my arms so I can focus on opening the box.

I accept the trade, settling Samuel against Luca’s chest, where he immediately relaxes into the familiar comfort of his other father’s embrace. I open the small box and pull out what appears to be baby clothes, tiny garments in soft pastels that are clearly meant for a newborn. I examine them with confusion, trying to understand why Luca would be giving me infant clothing when our boys have long since outgrown this size.

“I’m not sure which one of them is supposed to wear a tutu,” I say, holding up what looks like a frilly pink outfit, “but I mean, if you want to put them in there, I think the yellow would look fantastic on Samuel.”

Luca’s expression shifts to fond exasperation. “You’re dumb as shit.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, genuinely confused.

“Bear,” Luca whines, wriggling his whole body to prove a point, “we’ve been trying for almost three months to have another baby. Three months of visits to the fertility clinic, of procedures and hoping and waiting for results.”

We had decided months ago that we wanted to expand our family, to give James and Samuel a sibling. Maybe it was irresponsible to expand our family so soon but we were excited that we were finally altogether. Nothing was stopping us from doing whatever we wanted in our happily ever after. 

I just didn’t actually think it would take so soon.

Correction, I didn’t think it would take so long. 

We had been fucking like rabbits.

“Oh,” I breathe, the simple word carrying the weight of sudden realization. “You’re pregnant.”

“Yeah, with your baby,” Luca confirms, his face glowing with joy and pride. “I went to the clinic with you and Grayson two weeks ago for the procedure,” Luca continues, his voice growing more excited with each word. “I just got the results today. I’m pregnant and it’s a baby girl.”

The information takes a moment to fully process. “Wait, you’re pregnant with my baby girl?”

“Yes,” Luca says, tears of happiness starting to gather in his eyes. “She’s yours biologically, Luther’s going to be her other daddy and I’m going to carry her and love her just like I did with the boys.”

I drop to my knees without thinking, my hands reaching out to touch the small swell of Luca’s belly that I now realize I’ve been too busy and distracted to notice. Beneath my palms, I can feel the subtle changes that indicate new life growing inside the person I love most in the world.

“That’s my baby girl in there,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

“Yeah, it is,” Luca confirms, his own voice breaking slightly with tears. “You’re going to be a daddy again, and I’m going to carry her for you, and we’re going to have a complete family with children who share all of our genetics in different combinations.”

That’s when I hear footsteps on the stairs, the rest of our mates filing into the nursery, their faces just as excited about the information.

“I guess Luca told you the good news,” Luther says with a knowing smile.

“How did you guys all know?” I ask, wiping tears from my cheeks as I look up at them from my position on the floor.

Luca’s cheeks flush with embarrassment and amusement. “Because they’ve all been having sex with me regularly and paying attention to my body changes, while someone has been such a workaholic that he hasn’t been in the nest with me enough to notice that I’ve got a little belly again.”

The gentle accusation hits me with a wave of guilt. It’s true that I’ve been throwing myself into work since Ward’s arrest, using the company restructuring and creative projects as a way to channel my energy and ensure our financial security. But in doing so, I’ve missed important moments with my pack and failed to notice the subtle signs that should have been obvious to someone who loves Luca as much as I do.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, pushing to my feet and reaching for both Samuel and Luca. “Let’s rectify that right now.”

Luca squeals with surprise as I gather Samuel and bring him over to his crib before settling him down for his nap alongside his brother. Both boys are getting drowsy anyway, their afternoon routine disrupted but not destroyed by this momentous news.

“Hey, be quiet,” I tell the boys in a whisper. “I need to go fuck your other daddy to show him how much I love him.”

“Blake,” Luca protests with a laugh, “let’s not use words like that around them. They’re going to start speaking soon, and I don’t want their first words to be curse words.”

“Yeah, like that’s going to happen anytime soon,” I dismiss with a wave. “They’re babies, Luca. We have months before we need to worry about vocabulary. Now, let’s go,” I continue, my voice dropping to a more intimate register. “I’ve got someone very important to thank properly.”

Luther’s deep chuckle fills the room. “You keep talking like that, and you’re going to be the one getting thoroughly appreciated,” he warns with obvious amusement.

31 – Epilogue 3

Luca

It’s perfect.

Everything is perfect.

If someone told me that I would be folding some of the babies’ clothes in the nursery in neat little piles on the changing table while my baby boys were sleeping a few feet away curled up against their Gamma father’s chest, I would have never believed them. 

But here we are and everything is perfect. 

Maceo was working on something earlier but he came in here needing a distraction, falling asleep while rocking the twins to sleep after they ate. I’m more than grateful, considering I’m getting round all over again and even the small things are becoming a chore. 

I’m already halfway into this pregnancy, Blake’s baby girl causing me more trouble than the twins did. In just a month or two, James and Samuel will have a little sister who shares their other father’s genetics, creating a family tree that represents the complex beauty of our pack bonds.

I start sorting through another basket of clean clothes when I hear Luther’s footsteps in the hallway. He appears in the doorway, a small smile playing on his lips. “Want to come on a little outing with me?” 

I look up from the pile of clothes, surprised by the unexpected invitation. “An outing? Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. But I think you’ll find it meaningful.”

Before I can ask more questions, Maceo snorts and then groans before waking up fully. “I’ve got the twins. You two go ahead.”

I’m a bit confused but find myself laughing at the obvious coordination between them. No wonder Maceo actually came in here. “What’s going on? Did Blake fire you or something? Where exactly are we going? Is this some kind of work thing?”

Luther chuckles as he helps me gather a small bag. “Breathe for a minute, sweetheart. I wanted to ask you about something, but I thought it might be better to show you rather than just explain.”

My confusion deepens, but I trust Luther completely. If he thinks this outing is important, then I’m willing to go along with whatever he has planned. We make our way to his car, and I settle into the passenger seat with growing curiosity about our mysterious destination.

As we drive through increasingly rural areas, I find myself running my hands over my belly in that unconscious gesture that’s become second nature during this pregnancy. The baby responds with little flutters as if she can sense my mix of excitement and nervousness about whatever Luther has in mind.

“Are you going to give me any hints about where we’re going?” I ask as familiar neighborhoods give way to tree-lined roads I don’t recognize.

“Do you remember the five Omegas that were rescued from Ward’s house?” Luther asks instead of answering my question directly.

The mention of Ward’s victims makes my stomach tighten with remembered trauma and sympathy. I nod slowly. “I remember hearing about them on the news after the arrest.”

“Did you follow the story? The investigation or the court proceedings?” Luther continues, his voice gentle but probing.

I shake my head immediately. “I blocked all of that out. I didn’t want to watch the investigation or read about the cases or follow the news coverage. I didn’t want to know the details.” I pause, gathering my thoughts about why I made that choice. “I was just glad that Ward was locked up forever in maximum security prison and that his Alpha gland had been removed.” An Alpha without a gland was about as useless as a rock which made me very happy. 

The surgical removal of his gland was both punishment and prevention, ensuring that he could never again use his biology as a weapon against vulnerable people. The larger part of the investigation is still underway but the scariest parts are over with and I’m finally safe. 

Luther nods with understanding. “That makes sense. You needed to focus on healing and building your new life.”

“So why are you asking about the rescued Omegas now?” I ask, though part of me is starting to guess where this conversation might be leading.

“They’ve been working with those Omegas to help them recover and eventually find appropriate packs,” Luther explains, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “But they’re still very wary of anyone they don’t know or trust. Most of them rarely leave their rooms, and when they do, they’re struggling to believe that they deserve better treatment than what they experienced.”

The description hits close to home, reminding me of my own early days with the pack when I couldn’t quite believe that kindness wasn’t just another form of manipulation. “Where are they staying?”

“They’re at a small sanctuary about ten minutes north of our house,” Luther says as he turns onto a winding road lined with taller trees. “It’s a place that allows them to explore different arts and activities while they work on coming back to themselves. That’s where we’re headed now.”

As we pull up to the facility, I’m struck by how different it looks from anything associated with Hearthstone. Instead of the sterile institutional appearance I was expecting, this place looks like a retreat center or artist colony. There are gardens and walking paths, windows that actually open to let in natural light, and common areas that feel welcoming rather than controlling.

“Why are you telling me about this?” 

“Because I think you’d be a perfect person to help them.”

“But I don’t know them,” I protest, suddenly feeling uncertain about whatever he’s suggesting.

Luther turns in his seat to face me fully. “No, but you know exactly what they’ve been through. You’re strong and resilient, and you fought through hell to reach your happy ending.” He pauses, seeming to choose his words carefully. “Sure, I was there to protect you, and you had Blake and Grayson and Maceo supporting you. But you did so much of the healing work on your own. You made the choice to trust us, to open your heart again, to believe that you deserved love and safety.”

The acknowledgment of my own journey brings tears to my eyes. It’s easy to focus on how my pack saved me, but Luther is right that much of the emotional work had to come from within myself.

“I believe they would benefit from seeing how strong an Omega can be when given the chance to flourish,” Luther continues. “Not just surviving, but actually thriving and building a beautiful life.”

“You really think I could do that?” I ask, my voice small with uncertainty and hope.

Luther nods without hesitation. “I do. But I want you to think about it carefully. I don’t want to force you into anything, but you mentioned wanting to find ways to help other Omegas once. Your soft touch and understanding heart could be exactly what they need to start believing in their own worth again.”

Before I can respond, my attention is caught by movement outside the car window. A young woman is sitting alone on a wooden bench in the garden, staring off into the distance with an expression I recognize all too well. It’s the same far-away look I used to have during my time with Hudson, the disconnected gaze of someone who has learned to mentally escape when physical escape isn’t possible.

But it’s not just her expression that makes my heart clench with recognition. There are scars along her neck, similar to the ones I carry from Hudson’s bite removal surgery, but she also has marks on her arms and hands. I watch as she picks at her fingers in a nervous gesture that speaks to deep anxiety and self-harm behaviors developed as coping mechanisms.

“She looks like me,” I whisper, the words catching in my throat. “Alpha, my god, I had no idea the damage was so extensive.” I stare for a little longer before I make my decision. “I want to do it. I want them to have hope. I want them to know that they’re not broken forever.”

Luther’s smile widens. “Are you sure? This would be a significant commitment, and it might bring up difficult memories for you.”

“I’m sure,” I say firmly. “But what about practical considerations? Are there packs willing to accept them? Do they have options for building new lives?” I don’t want to give them hope where there is none.

“There are scent cards and carefully vetted packs ready to welcome them when they’re emotionally prepared,” Luther assures me. “But the Omegas themselves aren’t ready yet. They don’t think they’re worthy of love or care. They don’t believe they’re enough. If you’re interested in helping them,” Luther continues, “Maceo said he’d be more than happy to accompany you every day for a few hours. He can provide security and support while you work with them on rebuilding their sense of self-worth. Grayson said he’d be available the rest of the time as you know he’s been working toward fewer hours at the company.”

The offer of my mates’ presence makes this less daunting.

I look out at the young woman on the bench again, imagining what it would feel like for her to hear from someone who had walked the same dark path and found their way to light. To know that healing is possible, that love exists, that Omegas can be cherished and protected and valued for who they are rather than what they can provide.

“Yes,” I say with growing excitement and determination. “I want to show them that they’re enough. That they’re worthy of everything good this world has to offer.”

Luther reaches over to squeeze my hand. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. This is exactly the kind of work you were meant to do.” He brings my hand up to his lips, his gaze firmly locked on mine. “And I know that you will show them that no one, not any one person, can break them beyond repair. I love you Luca Keller.”

My cheeks heat as I grin up at my Alpha. “I love you too, Luther Keller. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for not letting me go. Thank you for making me yours.”

“You were always mine, Luca. Fate had determined that long before we ever met. You were always going to be mine, ours. And now, you’re going to help them understand that they can be someone else’s too.”