Page 32 of Rumble of the Crumble

You’ll never escape me, you’re mine. You hear me?

Everyone can hear you,Tim snorted. Then he started to sing loudly,You’re no one until you're something to someone.

What the heck is that racket?Leonidis murmured.Have I died and Tim has somehow followed me?

I laugh-cried and buried my face in his mane, uncaring of the blood and guts clinging to the fur.No, my love. You’re very much alive.

He shifted and there was my mate, bloody, torn flesh, covered in scars. He’d never looked more beautiful to me.

“I was… worried… there for a second.”

I kissed his bloody lips. “Me too,” I confessed. “You’re my hero. You saved me.”

The smile was barely there, but it was the best sight in the world. “Someone had to.”

Everyone chuckled, and I blushed. I kissed him again, resting my head against his. “I love you so fucking much,” I murmured, holding his gaze.

“Same. But could you stop kissing me, cause all I’m getting is the taste of that rat bastard.”

I glanced at Doc Picker. “Can we move him now?”

He gave the wound, which was starting to close as he’d rubbed soil on it, a closer inspection. “Yep, but he’ll need meat, a shower, then more time in the soil. The healing properties are almost as good as Potatoville. Let’s hope they do the job.”

I didn’t argue; I scooped Leonidis up, taking a second to get my bearings with my head reminding me a gun had hit it, then looked at a rather amused Maximus. “Can someone drop me off at my place? I have meat.”

“Let’s hope that’s not a euphemism for cock,” Apollo giggled, and I just shook my head when Leonidis snorted.

“I like both.”

I kissed his forehead. “Then you’ll get both.”

“You always were greedy,” Apollo sob-joked, coming after us as I walked with him through the burned structure.

“I took your cookie by mistakeonce,” he complained weakly, but I could hear the amusement, which made my stomach unclench.

“I’m sure it was twice,” Apollo fired back as he opened the truck door for me, sniffing loudly.

Leonidis didn’t lift his head, but he did open his eyes. “When you next go to the bakery, would you get moaning mini over there two extra-large, double chocolate chip cookies? Then he might stop complaining at me.”

I climbed into the truck carefully, making sure not to wack any part of him as I settled down, grinning at the filthy man. “For you, my love, anything.”

Epilogue

Leonidis

Butch stared wide eyed at Doc Picker. “No, you’re wrong! I’m an alpha.”

That was on replay in his head.I’m an alpha. I’m an alpha.

Darlin’ we all know you’re an alpha.I couldn’t resist saying it because I was feeling utterly smug. I mean, why shouldn’t I? I’d impregnated my mate, my alpha.

“Pregnant. How the heck did that happen?” he screeched at Doc Picker, who chuckled.

“If I need to explain that to you, there’s something wrong.”

“I know how babies are made, but we’re alphas!” he pointed out, jabbing his finger at Doc Picker, his eyes wild. “I don’t have any omega bits. How am I supposed to have a baby?”

And back was the screeching. His eyes landed on me, and I struggled to keep my amusement to myself.

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