Another (Epilogue)

KACELA

Later that night I was undressing in front of the full-length mirror. I frowned at my body. The scars were fading but I still had a few bad ones. The one that wrapped from my hip over the top of my abdomen was still ropey, even more so than the C-section scar. The scar on my face was also fading and I could now see light from that eye after years of seeing nothing but blackness. The doctors tell me that the mate bond is slowing healing me. I didn’t say anything to Wyatt. I was pretty sure he would use it as an excuse to mate even more, and I wasn’t sure I could keep up. That man was insatiable.

As if he heard my thoughts, Wyatt came up behind me and nuzzled my neck, running his hands down the length of my side. I shivered. He was always able to make my body respond.

“What’s on your mind?” Wyatt asked, nibbling my ear. I leaned my head back towards him.

“I was just thinking about how fast the kids are growing up,” I said, a little sadly. Wyatt smiled.

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