Page 136 of Alpha's Redemption

“You would hire me?” she asks, clearly shocked. “Why?” she says while looking between Zoe and me. However, it’s Macey that answers as she comes up behind us.

“Because we’ve been where you are,” Macey tells her. I see Ava waiting off to the side with the girls in the stroller.

“You made poor choices but did the right thing in the end,” I tell her. Zoe wanders off over to Ava and I turn to follow Macey.

“Everly?” Amber asks, and I stop.

“Thank you,” she says, holding up the card and motioning toward her groceries. I nod before walking off. Well, we tried and offered; it is up to her now if she accepts our help or not.

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Valen

A week later

I watch her from where I’m seated at the bridal table while I twist the ring around my finger. A smile appears on my lips and I slip it off, staring down at the engraving on the inside. At last, she has given herself to me, and now she will always be able to remind me how fortunate I am to have her in my life.

'My love, My mate, My Alpha.' the engraving reads. I’m complete with my Luna by my side, I’m complete with my family, and I’m complete with myself—content with the life we’ve built.

My feeling of completeness when I watch her dance with the girls and the children is something I’ve never experienced before.

This was the last piece to put everything together, and she looks stunning. It’s the perfect finish to everything. Her hair is pinned back from her face, cascading down her back in soft, dark curls with small flowers pinned into it. She looks like some sort of princess in a fairy tale. I can't wait to mess it up, to see those curls turn wild and damp as I slam into her from behind.

She’s wearing an off-white and ivory lace dress that hugs every smooth line of her body, the pale silk flaring out at her hips and seeming to subtly enhance her every curve—curves I can't wait to trace with my hands and mouth.

Since her arms are covered with pale lace, glimpses of flesh are visible, leaving me with a desire to press my lips to them and taste her milky skin. The back is open, revealing skin that I know will later be covered in marks from the brutal way that I’m going to fuck her.

I can't wait for the night to be over so I can take her back to the suite and tangle my fingers into her dress as I strip it from her. The perfect vision that she is now has me anticipating the night's end—to see the meticulously done mascara smeared across her cheeks as tears stream down her face and she loses herself to me again .

She is mine now, in every way possible, and I want that skin to be marked up for the world to see that.

I watch her as she turns her head towards me and waves for me to dance with her. A bigger smile spreads across my face as I get up from my seat and make my way across the dance floor, where she’s spent the majority of the night.

When I walk up behind her, my hands fall onto her hips and I glance down at her. She’s tipsy, her cheeks flushed, her skin shimmering under the fairy lights. She turns in my arms, wrapping her own around my neck, and I lean down, brushing my lips against her softly.

Although the music is too fast for the way we stand, I couldn't care less as everyone, and everything, slips away; it's as if there is only us here alone, as if nothing else matters.

Through months of chasing her, I managed to regain her love and trust. There was a time when I thought she would be the biggest regret in my life.

As it turned out, she was my redemption.

ChapterSixty-Two

Everly

A year later

Zoe and I sit with Valen and Marcus as we wait for Doc to tell me how many viable eggs they were able to extract.

“Man, I have never been so nervous in all my life!” I whisper to Zoe.

“I know! My hands are shaking,” she whispers.

“What if she says no?” Zoe worries as she bounces her son, Noah, on her lap. Macey was unable to find a surrogate or an egg donor. Zoe had come to me and told me she wanted to offer to carry a baby for Macey, yet she wasn’t sure she was comfortable carrying a baby that was biologically hers. When I had spoken with Valen and told him what Zoe wanted to do and that we just needed an egg donor, he had sighed heavily.

“You want to donate your eggs?”

I nodded my head. I needed his blessing because it was a big ask for him, knowing biologically the child would be mine and Tatum’s, though I wouldn’t be carrying this child, and it was just eggs I had no intention of using—this was not my child but theirs, and Zoe was the vessel.

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