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“Nah,” Kane says, smiling at the baby. “We’re all in the same boat now. We’ll watch each other’s backs.”

“Dick, you don’t ruin someone else’s moment by announcing that shit.” Annika whacks her alpha in the gut.

“Holy shit! You’re pregnant?” Laken squeals.

Those two have come a long way since they first met, and it’s nice that she has female friends who are in a similar stage of life.

“You didn’t even tell me?” Vale snaps, frowning. I do a double take. That woman almost never raises her voice.

“I wasn’t going to tell anyone until the second trimester, but alphas have big mouths,” Annika huffs.

“Wanna go halfsies on those murder pigs you were telling me about?” Grady asks with a chuckle. “I figure it’s a fifty-fifty shot that we end up with a girl too.”

Ranger nods. “It might be time to diversify body disposal methods.”

“Don’t say that while you’re holding our newborn,” Laken says, like she’s trying to hold back a laugh.

Grady snorts. “We’ll talk more later.” He winks like he’s got a tick in his eye, and everyone laughs.

I head over to the bed, weaving through bodies and taking a seat at my omega’s side. She links our fingers together as I pull her mouth to mine for a quick kiss.

“Love you, kitten.”

“I love you too,” she agrees. “But what the hell are murder pigs?”

This wraps up the main epilogue, but I get more requests for extra-long happy endings than anything else. If you’re content with how the story stands, then you can be done here. If you’d like to live in the happily ever after for a little longer, then snuggle in and enjoy the fluffy comfort.

Epilogue

Ranger

Another Three Months Later

“Come along, mutt,” I grumble, climbing out of bed. I flick the sound off on the baby monitor as Karma stretches languidly. If she wakes up my sleep-deprived omega…

I don’t know what I’ll do, but the furry beast won’t like it.

“I’ll force you to sleep in your kennel downstairs until you learn some manners,” I mutter while Karma circles my feet.

She’s grown so much, but I know she still likes to be let out if we’re up during the middle of the night. Which we are continually, now that Aspen has arrived.

I head across the hall into the nursery. It’s the room Tanner stayed in when he first arrived.

I nearly chuckle to myself.

That was back when I had a delusional hope I’d still be able to get rid of him.

Aspen lies on her back, gnawing on her tiny fist as her legs kick. She’s quite displeased that her needs haven’t instantaneously been met.

I scoop her out of her crib and lift her bottom to my nose, which wrinkles with the odor. “No wonder you’re furious.”

The nighttime feedings are the worst. I never know if I should change her before or after her bottle, but in this instant, it’s an emergency.

I get to work, providing Aspen with a fresh diaper as Karma scratches her ear, making her collar jingle. The appendages have failed to stand up, which the vet warned us meant we’re in for a lifetime of having to focus on keeping them clean and likely extra ear infections.

They are how they are, and there’s no changing it now, but I do find them cute.

I pull Aspen up to rest on my forearm. “To the kitchen, we go.”

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