Page 94 of Ember's Claim

My mouth meets hers for a slow, sensual kiss, and my heart races, just like it always does when we touch.

Epilogue

Lorcan

When Ember’s contractions start again, we’re all much more relaxed. Our sweet alpha gets herself settled in the nest and labors for hours, with Sofia monitoring her progress. Once the contractions get close enough together, we call Nadia.

Sofia heads home to her family as soon as the witch arrives. The babies are right on time for a healthy delivery, and that seems to make all the difference.

It’s still difficult to see Ember in pain and to feel it radiate through the bond, but at least there’s no panicking, like we experienced when she birthed the egg.

I’m proud to see the dragon alpha sitting at her side, holding her hand as she pushes. He was a wreck last time, but this time, he’s found his strength. Anders, as always, is attuned to every nuance of Ember’s face.

I chuckle as he offers her an ice chip right as she opens her mouth to ask for one. Oh yeah, he’s completely honed in on her every feeling in the bond.

I’ve lived many lifetimes, but this is one of those days I’ll never forget.

Leander comes first, my handsome little future druid. With his big gray eyes and head of blond hair, it’s easy enough to put the pieces together.

Nadia perhaps ruins the surprise by wrapping him up and handing him to me, but as I hold him, my magic buzzes, calling to his. I would have figured it out the moment his tiny eyes dilate like he’s trying to memorize me.

Hmm, I wonder if vampires have to worry about their children trying to mindfuck them? It would be convenient if they could telepathically communicate what they need before they even learn how to speak.

I’m so enamored by studying Leander’s tiny face that I nearly miss Archer coming into the world.

Anders gives Ember a final kiss and moves to collect our youngest son.

I’m also in the dark about how we’ll calculate age for the egg. He has a tentative name ofVaughn, but Ember declared she would need to see him to know if itfits.

Will Vaughn’s birthday be the day Ember birthed the egg or the day he hatches? I suppose we’ll discuss it when the time comes, but that could very well change their birthing order. Not that it matters a bit, but it is good information to have.

Anders brings Archer over to show him off. It’s clear he takes after Anders, with the blondish-brown hair, but it’s the fuzzy ears and tail that make me chuckle.

Life certainly is going to be busy for us in the coming years.

Veryn still has Vaughn’s egg strapped to his chest in his carrier, but we expect his arrival any day.

The dragon alpha leans over, wrapping his arm around Ember. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, giving her a squeeze.

“We’re not done just yet,” Ember says, biting her lip.

“The placentas?” I ask, remembering all the videos I watched about what to expect during the delivery.

Nadia’s shoulders shake, but she’s facing Ember, and it takes me several seconds to realize she’s laughing.

Apparently, all it takes to turn three grown men into crybabies is one daughter.

Although, once Ember is all healed, I plan to spank her backside for keeping such a monumental secret from the three of us. More than anything, I’m a little impressed she was able to block her thoughts from spilling over to us in the bond.

Ember rocks Abigail against her chest, and it’s a bit difficult to see the details with all the blubbering I’m doing.

“We really did get one of each species,” Ember whispers, running her finger over Abby’s cheek. “We just didn’t account for the fact Anders has two beast forms.”

“Do you think that’s what caused it?” Veryn asks, grimacing. “That sounded insensitive. I was just saying, my thought process was that maybe she’s the next generation of alpha-omega hybrid.”

Anders nods. “That could be it. One to take after each one of us.”

“Either way, it’s extremely lucky we have two sets of grandparents at the ready,” I say with a grin. “We’re going to need all the help we can get.”

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