Ten years later I was woken up by Blair jumping onto my belly knocking the wind right out of me. "Daddy! It's spring!" "Where's your brother?" I groaned. "He's going to visit Marina." Canon had grown up quickly and looked a lot more like me as a teenager. He's fourteen now and manifested as an alpha, he's doing average in school and he's got a little human girlfriend at the moment. Blair just turned eleven and recently manifested as a witch to which Conan threw a celebration to low-key rub it in peoples faces. This manifestation gave us a more solid connection with the older witches of the pack who often came by to teach her new things. So far it's been a very Happy life. "What's going on?" Conan groaned as he woke up. "It's spring," I sat up. "It's about time we start looking again." "Levi, we've got married under a different god for ten years straight. Can't we just skip it this year?" Conan begged. "But it's tradition, Gorgeous!" "It gets cheesier every time! I'm running
Epilogue I sat in front of the mirror, fingers lightly adjusting the collar of my all-white suit. The silk caught the light, making me look... radiant, I guess is what they were going for. Like I was glowing. Blushing bride, Levi would probably tease. And for once, I didn't even mind that since this time I actually felt like one. I hadn't just been bought like livestock this time. I was here because I chose to be. Not by force. Two years had passed since Blair was born, Canon was now freshly four. The hardest parts of raising them were behind us now—or so i hoped—and Levi, in typical Levi fashion, just looked at me one day and said, "Screw it. Let's be bonded under every god that allows it." And that's how I ended up in a church. Twenty minutes from walking down the aisle to officially become Conan Dunham. I admired that I still looked good with my hair cut. It was a tough decision to get rid of it all and Levi was sad but if I didn't chop it off, Blair would've pulled it all
"Conan, come on!" I paced back and forth like my feet had minds of their own, emergency bag in one hand, my heart in the other. "We have to go." Conan was laughing. Actually laughing. Leaning over the sink, putting clean plates away from dinner like we weren't two seconds from the most important moment of our lives. "I've had, like, six contractions. I'm not going to fucking give birth in the next twenty minutes." "You'll be sorry if that's not true," I muttered, storming into the kitchen under the guise of helping but really just trying to drag him out by the collar if I had to. He leaned back against me, smirking, and placed his hands over mine where they clutched his waist. "Look around," he said, voice soft. "The next time we come through that door, we'll have two pups." God. That hit me right in the chest. I broke into the dumbest grin imaginable. He'd given me everything—everything I ever wanted. And still, if I didn't get him out of that house and into the clinic in the nex
It was just supposed to be a normal day. "I'll be right back," I told Levi after breakfast, grabbing my coat from the back of the chair. "Where are you going?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me while Canon tugged on his little shoes like he was trying to follow me wherever I was headed. "I forgot about my doctor's appointment," I replied. Levi was up in a flash, already halfway to the stairs before I could say anything else. "Let's go together. I might as well get a check-up too," he called over his shoulder. "Give me a minute!" Of course. I knew what this was. Every other time I went to the clinic, I'd gone with Alex. And Levi—being Levi—was not about to let Alex one-up him, even in something as small as accompanying me to the doctor. Honestly, I didn't care that much, but I never really understood why Levi let Alex get under his skin so easily. It's not like I didn't notice people flirt with Levi right in front of me too. Even subtly. I fucking hated that. "Okay, I changed,"
The day was exhausting. I was exhausted but there was only this final stretch left to go. Getting Canon to sit still for pictures. It was his first birthday which I thought would be a breeze. I mean I had nothing but time currently since peace was finally achieved. But no... a one year old doesn't care about time. They care about chaos, especially when they're in a group. "Canon!" Mom squealed holding up her camera. "Look at grandma!" "Almost done here. Smile Canon," I practically begged him. But no dice. Conan started clapping and singing Wolfie Wears His Woolly Coat. "Wolfie wears his woolly coat, Even when he sails his boat. He howls a song, he hums a tune, Dancing gently with the moon." Canons face lit up and everyone quickly started taking his picture before we lost the smile again. "How adorable!" "Cute!" "What a well behaved baby." I owe that all to Conan. "Good job today," Conan cane closer and fed Canon some cake. "Let's get you comfortable." Conan took off Cano
It's a simple thing—just walk out, smile, and wave. That's it. This is a peace party, not a damn death chamber. All I'm doing is stepping into a room to solidify a lighter workload for the future. So why the hell was I nervous? Maybe because all the plans I've had for this pack are almost complete. Maybe it's because I keep asking myself: what now? I went from nothing to something, but what comes next? What am I even supposed to want next? I glanced around the edge of the curtain before stepping out, and what astounded me most wasn't the crowd or the orchestra or even the ceremonial banners flying high with our new shared crest. It was Levi. A year ago, he didn't even know I existed. A year ago, I was just another mouth to talk down to, just another omega. Now—he was someone I couldn't imagine living happily without. Someone I'd kill for. Someone who, despite being poisoned just days ago, rose to the occasion of leading this grand event with steady hands and a sharp jawline. His