Page 85 of Met Your Mate

He's also a little shit, kind of like Butters, so he deserves his omega's sweet teasing. Christ, I love the person she's growing into.

The results of the possibility of gaining hearing back in her right ear weren't promising. But my strong omega just swiped her tears away and told us she was okay. It was the truth. We could all feel her acceptance through the bond.

Our girl has been through many painful, unfair things, and this will just be another battle wound she has to live with. And live she will.

Casey lunges for her with a playful snarl, making Freya squeal and shove her coffee at Elliott as he struts toward us. Coffee in hand, the big dark alpha snatches Freya around the waist and tosses her over his shoulder.

Her laughter rings out through Kate's backyard when Casey frantically tries to shield her bare ass from our family's horrified gazes.

"Bunch of children," Ronan grumbles.

"Ooo, speaking of." Casey's mom latches onto the topic with a big ass smile.

I hold in my groan, knowing how much she loves us and wants grandbabies. I’m learning this is what a family is supposed to be like.

Chaotic, full of laughter, maybe a touch broken and a bit odd. And most of all, filled with love.

Love and freedom to be who we are, inside and out. Instincts and all.

And we are. Each of us.

Loved and free.

Epilogue

FREYA

1 year later

He swallows each moan I give him. I can't get any closer, but damn if I don't keep trying to dig my way beneath his skin. Ronan's tongue twirls with mine, placing little nips on my lips every time our tongues retreat for just a moment, because then we're devouring each other once again.

"That is so indecent for the middle of the sidewalk."

I snort, pulling away from my pack alpha to smile at his brother. "You wouldn't be saying that if it were your lips making my panties slick," I tease.

Lucas groans, adjusting himself. "Freya, you can't say things like that in public," he whines with his head tilted to the midday sun.

"Oh my god, Freya," Casey gasps, coming over to us and yanking me away from Ronan. "You're going to crinkle the pages if you aren't careful."

"Or spill your latte on them," Elliott adds, riling Casey up and sending me a wink.

Casey fingers the two books in my arms, checking for any damage the make-out sesh might have caused. Grumbling to himself, he complains, "I don't know why you won't just put them in a damn bag until we get them home."

I scowl and tug my new books away from him. "Putting a paperback in a plastic bag is just asking for the pages to rip or bend," I argue.

"You could at least let me carry them," Elliott tries to soothe.

I shake my head. They don't understand. These are mine. I picked them. I don't want them ruined and I can take care of them myself.

"The drama," Lucas groans. "They're just books."

Now I gasp along with Casey. Tucking my books closer to my chest, I step away from the alpha who would say such a horrific thing.

"Oh look!" Ronan deflects. "No cars, go stand right up there and let me take your picture."

"Here, I'll hold your stuff," Lucas tries.

I scowl. There's no way I'm letting him touch my babies after that comment. As much as I don't want my picture taken, I do it just to put more space between Lucas and my books.

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