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My eyes mist over. We hug before heading back into the living room, and she turns to the alphas.

“She’s staying for dinner. You’re all staying for dinner. And I’m sending you home with leftovers.”

Tyler grins. “Yes, ma’am.”

Rhys gives her a mock salute. Corwyn just smiles and says thank you.

And me?

I sit down beside the three of them, warm from the inside out. Because for the first time, I feel like my world has come together.

Pack. Home. Family.

Everything.

We all stay for dinner, warm and cozy, with seconds and thirds and playful bickering. And as we sit around the table, passing garlic bread and laughter, I realize: they’re not just mine.

They’re family.

Chapter sixty-two

Lila

Four months later

The final keystroke echoes louder than it should in the quiet of my study.

I sit back in my chair, staring at the glowing words on the screen:The End.

A shaky laugh escapes me. Not because I’m finished—well, I am, technically—but because everything that led to this moment feels unreal. Not long ago, I was hiding from the world, terrified of my own heat, of being vulnerable, of trusting the wrong people. Now, I’m here. Loved. Supported. Whole.

I drag a hand through my hair, blinking back happy tears. The mug of tea beside me has gone cold, but the scent of cinnamon and something buttery and sweet drifts in from the hallway. Rhys must be baking again.

My heart swells.

This book isn’t just fiction. It’s pieces of me—of the old me, who once thought she had to fight for everything alone. Of the woman I’ve become with the three of them beside me. There areshadows and betrayals in my story, but also hope. The ending isn’t perfect, but it’s honest. And strong.

I get up slowly, stretch. Misty, my loyal writing companion, mimics my movements and we head for the door.

The second I open it, I know something’s up.

The smell of cake is stronger, and there’s laughter from downstairs—warm, rich, familiar. I pad down the steps in my socks, heart pounding in a way it only does when I’m about to be ambushed with affection.

Sure enough, all three of them are waiting in the kitchen.

Tyler leans casually against the counter, grinning like he’s been holding in a secret for hours. Corwyn stands beside the table with a bundle of flowers—daisies and tiny bluebells and something that smells like the hillside after rain. And Rhys… he’s behind a small cake, carefully iced in swirling, slightly uneven letters: “You Did It, Lila.”

Tears spring to my eyes before I even fully step into the room.

“You guys,” I whisper, laughing through the knot in my throat.

Rhys steps forward and kisses my cheek. “Congratulations, sweetheart.”

Corwyn hands me the flowers and brushes his fingers down my arm. “I want to read every word.”

Tyler’s voice is lower, intimate. “Cover designer’s already on standby, plot bunny.”

I blink. “You what?”

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