Page 24 of Big Bad Alphas

“Sexy as hell?” Patrick interjects.

“Life-changing?” Ezra adds.

Emily nods, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

“Yes,” the three of us answer in unison.

“Good,” she says with a satisfied nod.

I chuckle and settle back down, more content than I’ve ever been. And this is just the beginning.

EPILOGUE

PATRICK

FIVE YEARS LATER

“Let me get that,” I tell Emily as she goes to lift the bag of flour.

“I can handle it,” she argues, but I pluck it off the counter before she can try.

She’s pregnant again with our third baby, and we’re all doing everything we can to lighten the load for her. She still insists on working at the bakery, even though she has several employees now. She loves baking, and I know she’s happy here in the morning before anyone else is awake.

At least one of us always accompanies her to make sure that she’s not overdoing things. The others stay home with the kids. Emily is usually done working by eight, and then we head home, and that’s when we head out to check on our packs.

We’ve been spending more time at home in the last five years. We all love being around our mate and babies. Plus, with her being pregnant again, we want to help lighten her load.

The oven timer dings, and I move to pull the tray out before she can try.

“I’ll ice those if you can pour the flour into that bowl and start mixing?” She asks me.

“Of course.”

I turn on the mixer and look up when I hear the bell tinkle over the front door.

“Hey, these two woke up and missed you,” Ezra says as he walks in carrying our oldest, Dylan.

Wade is right behind him, our daughter, Zoey, half asleep in his arms.

“Morning, you guys,” Emily coos as she rushes over to give everyone kisses. “I just pulled out some cinnamon rolls. Do you want one?”

“Yeah!” Dylan says excitedly, and I smile as she grabs a plate and puts one on for him.

“Do you guys want one?” She asks us.

“Yes, please. Let me get it, though. You finish up whatever you need to,” Wade says.

He drops a kiss on her forehead as he moves past her to grab a few more plates.

Our whole family barely fits in the kitchen of her bakery, and I smile as I brush up against someone on my way to the sink.

The three of us are still the Alphas of our packs. We’ve all been delegating more to our Betas so that we can be home more.

“Yum,” Dylan says as he digs into his cinnamon roll.

“Let’s cut that up for you a little more, buddy,” I say as I move to do just that.

This isn’t how I imagined my life would turn out. I thought I would find my mate and we would rule over my pack side by side. I thought she would be a shifter, maybe even a wolf like me. I thought that we would live in my house near my pack and be happy.

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