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I’m due for another appointment in a few weeks but for now, I can resume life as normal. Whatever that looks like.

Apparently, it’ll include beating my mates over the head a few times for putting three babies in me at once. Carleen and Tati will be ecstatic. I, on the other hand, am still coming to terms with it. For now, I’m going to milk it.

“On the way home, we’re stopping for ice cream.”

Macon grunts at my statement, Savin shaking his head. “You need real food, angel.”

“And you decided to give me three children. Ice cream.” When Savin easily gives in, I victoriously pump my fist in the air. Maybe these next few months won’t be all that terrible.

Chapter forty-eight

ELLIE

Six Months Later

Clapping erupts through the theater as the credits roll and I can’t help the tears that fall down my cheeks at the masterpiece Macon put together. I had never really watched one of his movies before we had met but I’ve scoured through every last one, laughing through the terrible firsts and squealing at the masterpieces he’s created in the last few years. This action romance movie, however, was definitely my favorite of them all.

The love story between Phil and Van tugged at my heartstrings, and his co-star Lily switched out for Julie who has been nothing less than perfect. Even now, I can’t imagine Lily putting on the performance that Julie did and the badassery she displayed in those obnoxiously tight leather pants.

I shift in my seat and then groan as the cushion flattens more than I was planning. I’m the size of a house at this point, with three babies growing in my belly—two boys and one girl just like I predicted. It’s going to be absolutely impossible to get out of this chair without help. Savin is giggling on my left, Carleen throwing me a warm smile from my right. “Hey sis, how are you doing?”

“I feel like I’m going to pop.” Which isn’t far off. Dr. Kelly mentioned that I might deliver early, and that we have to be very careful with extracurricular activities until I give birth. Which also means that I have had to suffer watching my Alpha fuck Savin into oblivion many a nights. I was awarded a few moments myself so long as I stayed still, both of them learning to edge me until I was squirming for relief.

It also meant that my last activities outside were graduating and walking the stage with my MS in public health. We couldn’t even visit my parents after I finally dropped the ball that I was both mated and pregnant. They were a lot happier than I expected, gushing over the few video calls we’ve had. It feels like me finding my happiness has pulled us closer together, although not everything has been sunshine and roses.

These past few months haven’t been all that easy, weathering the gossip, his mother reacting terribly to the restraining order, and finding herself behind bars more than once. For a woman who held such a fierce aura, she truly has fallen. Savin’s health has been on the mend and the medication works most days. There’s still a bad day every now and then but it consists of a lot of cat naps. The pain hasn’t returned and I cross my fingers every fucking day that it never does.

Bailey, their doctor, is hopeful although the dosage might have to be raised in the next few months. I don’t care. I’ve never seen Savin so happy and alert. And now, nearly eight months after I met my mates, I’m sitting here with my family, about to watch Macon receive praise for his new action romance. He’s on stage with the costars and many of the cast and crew, thanking everyone for their part in it.

My attention turns back to my sister, her expression full of regret. She’s been reserved lately, not with me or my mates, but more so when I catch her alone. A lot of sighs and staring into the distance. I know why but I hate to push. A few weeks after I found out my sister had a crush on Tati, the Beta left on a long vacation to visit family and take a few classes on running a clothing business. Carleen won’t talk about it, though Tati’s pining texts lighting up my phone every so often tell me that it’s not all lost.

I pull out my phone, scrolling through the conversation we had today. Tati promised to return when the babies were born and she’s hoping that Carleen will say something about their few weeks together, brief as it was.

Has she said anything?

No.

Fuck. I wouldn’t ask this. It’s weird. But like… tell her I’m okay with everything.

You tell her that.

I’ve tried! She doesn’t believe me. She keeps telling me that she can’t give me what I want.

Really?

I told you the day before I left she didn’t even hug me goodbye.

That doesn’t sound like my sister. She’s usually so strong and forthcoming in her desires. She stood up to Macon and she’s definitely had a thing or two to say about Aayla. My brows furrow with confusion as I set my phone in my lap and turn to look at my sister.

“Carleen…”

“Don’t, Ellie. It’s fine.”

I struggle to sit up, Carleen immediately focusing on helping me. It’s that nurturing part of her personality that Tati loves, that Tati wants to bask in. “Leenie, just for one moment, please listen. I’m probably the last person to tell you this but Tati needs to hear your words. She’s kind of… she doesn’t understand gestures. She needs it blunt. You never really told her, did you?” I search her eyes for the answer and sigh. Tati nearly moved in just before she left to stay with her parents for a little while. I personally think that it was more a distraction for a broken heart rather than part of Tati’s future.

“Leenie, you need to tell her.”

“I can’t give her what she wants, Ellie. Tati… is like you in many respects and I, I’m not sure I could satisfy her in any capacity. She’s vibrant and beautiful but do you know how many times I had to tell her no? She says she understands but-” Carleen bites her lip, shaking her head, refusing to continue.

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