Page 86 of Met Your Mate

Stomping into the middle of the road, I set my iced coffee from work on the ground along with my books. Looking up, I see Casey staring wide eyed at the little stack like he can't imagine why the hell I would put them on the ground.

"They're fine, Case," I say and blow him a kiss just as the wind blows a strand of hair across my cheek.

I brush it away while picking up on Elliott's dirty words whispered in his beta's ear. I smile, leaning into the common sensation of my omega merging with me, heightening everything around me. She's like a gentle weight resting on my shoulder and holding my hand.

Both of us guiding each other through our life of freedom. She shows me the complexities and hidden beauty of the world through her instinctual senses, while I give her the space to just... be.

"Beautiful," Lucas murmurs, looking over Ronan's shoulder.

I laugh and stride back over to them with my coffee and books. "Always with the pictures, Ro."

In the past year, Ronan has taken up photography. Not of the world, but of us, his pack.

He drops a kiss to my temple, soothing the headache building from the blinding sun and heat today. My mates’ touch and presence are like a balm to my hurts. I'm no longer a mate suffering through rejection, I'm a mate constantly healing in the presence and acceptance of her pack.

"Everything about you tells a story, Freya. And I'm just the lucky bastard who gets to capture it."

It's turning out to be a pretty epic story, too.

The End

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