Page 79 of Cursed Wolf

“I don’t know about all of you, but I say we help the pack clean up their yard, prepare Lortell’s burial, then I want to drink and fuck tonight,” Ragnar murmurs,

Stone and Nikos eagerly say ‘yes,’ which leaves me giggling.

“No fair. Let me at least heal first,” Crius pouts.

“Don’t worry, my friend.” Nikos pats his shoulder, which has Crius moaning louder in pain. “I’ll prepare a seat so you can watch.”

I laugh at their bickering, Stone insisting he knows what they’re talking about.

Ragnar’s hand slides into mine, and our fingers intertwine. We stare at the flaming tree, then at each other.

Everything we’ve endured still feels surreal, but I know it won’t take long to accept that Savage Sector will be my new home, with my Alphas reigning over all the packs up north. Being with my soon-to-be husbands—when I finally propose to them—and planning our future is more than a girl like me could have ever imagined. I’ve come a long way and like to think I more than deserve a happily ever after.

We’re standing in the middle of a battlefield of dead bodies, yet I’m bursting with happiness, all those heavy burdens no longer on my mind.

“What are you thinking?” I ask Ragnar curiously.

“Deciding on what sort of mansion to build for our family home. Something high enough for perfect views, with lofty walls to keep out the undead, and a bathroom with a spa to fit all of us at once.”

I press up against him. “I see your mind’s always in the gutter.”

He turns to face me. “Then tell me what’s on your mind?”

“Something extremely important.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep. How exactly am I going to give my four Alphas a sponge bath at the same time.”

Throwing his head back, he bursts out laughing. The first time I heard the sexy sound, I knew he’d be someone special in my life.

Who would have thought he’d end up as my true fated mate?

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