Page 135 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter
I reach up to touch her face and she leans into my palm.
“For you?” I say. “Anything.”
She presses a kiss to my palm. The babies stir, but they don’t wake—they just nestle closer to their mom, little mouths open and eyes closed as they dream.
“You like the name?” she asks.
“I love it,” I say. “And I love you…and I love that you remembered that about my mom.”
“I’ve been writing down your stories,” she says. “You’ve had quite the life. It’s worth recording.”
It almost makes me start weeping again.
“I have so many more to tell you,” I say. “Would you like to hear one now?”
She nods. “But maybe tone it down for the girls.”
I huff out a laugh.
“I can do that,” I say.
I consider what I’ll tell, sifting through all the strange things I’ve been through. What I settle on is my favorite story of all—a story about two people who fate tossed together in a hurricane, a woman who never let her light go out, and a man with enough darkness for the two of them.
“Once upon a time,” I start, “there was a princess and a pirate.”
And the story begins again.
THE END…for now
