Page 143 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“He’s not insane.”

“He really isn’t.”

Clay’s wolf slowly padded toward his brothers. I leaned forward, watching from the edge of my seat as his wolf slowly sniffed the other wolves.

Hunter and Enzo didn’t looked thrilled about it.

Someone growled.

The other two wolves did too.

I held my breath for a moment, but Clay’s wolf finally stepped back to his side of the gate, and shifted once more.

Hunter and Enzo did the same, all of them pulling on their pants before they all crushed each other in a massive hug.

My grin returned, bigger and brighter than ever as I stepped down from the porch and Aspen got out of the car. The guys were talking in low voices, and I saw Clay discreetly wiping a tear away.

I slipped under his arm, and he pulled me flush against his side, watching Hunter closely.

Hunter’s expression was pure, unadulterated relief.

“How’s your wolf?” Enzo asked Hunter, the bluntest of the three as usual.

“Happy,” Hunter admitted. “The fucker’s practically prancing.”

“Maybe he was just keeping her safe for Clay,” Aspen teased, stepping up to Enzo’s side. He captured her hand, and she laced her fingers through his easily.

“Let’s go with that explanation,” Clay agreed, and chuckles went around the circle.

I just smiled.

I had Clay, and his wolf wasn’t insane.

He was perfect, and we were both safe and free.

That was all that really mattered.

epilogue

CLAY—A MONTH LATER

“I’m just saying,”I said, keeping my tone light. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to have a baby.”

“I seriously hope you’re joking right now, Savage.” Nova lifted her burrito to her mouth and took a bite. We were sitting on the porch of our house in Crimson River.

I’d finally felt comfortable enough to go back a week earlier, and it felt good to be home.

“Just because the gift basket from your brother has a tag inside that sayscongrats on the babydoesn’t mean we’re going to have one. I amnotready. He just missed it when he was ripping off the other tags,” Nova said.

“Right now you’re not, but how about next year?” I countered. “If my wolf stays sane?—”

She cut me off. “He will.”

“Right. If he does, then we could actually have a family. That was never even a possibility for me before.”

“Have you seen me?” She gestured to herself. “I don’t exactly look like a mom.”

“Sure you do. The sexiest mom on the fucking planet.”

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