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The sensation of her muscles gripping me intensifies as I explore her delicate flesh with my mouth. Her pleasure is already seeping through the bond.

“I love you, alpha,” she breathes. Her smile fills me with an overwhelming sense of love and affection that I feel through the bond.

As I lick her claiming mark, I can’t help but hum softly, mimicking the way she expresses her overwhelming emotions as I say, “I love you too, my forever good girl.”

Epilogue Three - Holly

Five Years Later

“Notlongtogo.”As Aiden kisses my head, I feel the warmth of his touch as his hand glides over my swollen stomach.

“And this is the last one.”

I’m excited about finally adding a daughter to our family, but with two boisterous three-year-old boys, my life is already a mix of bliss and bedlam.

Adding a baby to it will not make it easier.

Not that I would change anything. I love my life, my husband and my children.

“Maybe two more,” Aiden whispers in my ear. “You know how much I like to see your stomach swollen with my babies. And you know how much your babies adore you.”

I love having boys. Finally, adding a girl to our family will bring the perfect balance we’ve been missing.

“You really want to have five kids?” My voice lifts over the sound of the blades sliding over the ice.

Aiden chuckles.

I turn to Harlow and look at her stomach.

Since she returned from her short stint in Los Angeles, we’ve become firm friends.

Her daughter, Monroe and my two boys, Hanson and Hudson, are currently being looked after by a nanny in the children’s suite we set up for all the players’ children, so their wives could watch the game without disruption.

“He wants five kids now. When we had the twins, it was one more and now he wants five.”

“The more the merrier,” Harlow says, stroking over her stomach. “I want twins after this one.”

“You’re crazy. Have you met my two?”

“I love being a twin,” she says. “And you did.”

I nod.

“And your two boys are going to have a relationship where nothing can get between them,” she says. “I want that.”

I slam my hand on my chest, feeling a thump reverberate through my body. “Hopefully, my two boys don’t end up in a pack together. That would be...”

“Weird.” Harlow’s laughter fills the air as Colton Sinclair gracefully slides across the ice, narrowly avoiding the barrier. He spins and skillfully passes the puck to his brother Carver. He speeds ahead, leaving a trail of icy air in his wake. The deafening roar of the crowd echoes through the stadium as our team closes in on the opposing team’s net.

With a burst of energy, Harlow holds her tummy as she jumps up and down, her screams of excitement echoing through the air.

I feel my baby toss and turn, as if tiny butterflies are dancing in my belly.

The crowd erupts into cheers and shouting as I turn to Aiden. “I’m not sure this baby is going to stay inside me for the whole game. She’s as excited as the crowd.”

As pain slashes across my belly, I bite my lip, trying to stifle a cry. Aiden pulls me into an embrace, his arm enveloping me, and I feel his strength coursing through our bond.

“You’ve got this.” His smile is infectious, and I can feel his joy radiating through our bond.

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