Page 37 of Accept Me (Fate’s Choice #4)

And so we continued our life together, never again returning to what had happened on that cliff. It simply wasn’t necessary.

For Star, the past had been sealed off, completely and permanently. Our shared life and the Bond we had as True Mates fully healed the painful memories, turning them into something faded and insignificant, no longer influencing our everyday life.

Almost two years later, Star gave birth to our second son, whom we named Arrow.

A few days after his birth, Star officially gained access to the sub-account that had once belonged to his father, where nine million dollars had been waiting along with accrued interest.

Star decided that the money would go toward our new home, a much larger place than the one we had been living in.

And so it happened that a large property went up for sale right next to Nathaniel’s new house, and we decided to buy it. The mansion was spacious enough for our family to keep growing.

Now that we had two children, Star knew parenthood was something he felt truly at home in, and he told me he wanted our house to eventually be filled with at least four more little ones.

I was absolutely on board with that idea.

Star dedicated himself to raising the kids, while still running his cooking channel, which had grown into a real success.

Especially once he started including recipes for kids’ meals, simple, healthy, and tasty dishes, his popularity soared.

He gained a loyal following who drew inspiration from his creative recipes, and I have to admit, he had no shortage of original ideas.

As for me, for the next several years I continued to work as a military consultant, but I was feeling more and more burned out and longed to finally cut ties with my old profession.

Since my parents’ deaths, I had inherited a number of properties that I had been renting out for years through a great real estate agent, giving me passive income.

But I had been nursing a dream of opening a full-scale business in real estate brokerage and property renovation. An opportunity to do exactly that came from the most unexpected direction.

One day, six years after Sol’s birth, when Arrow was already with us, along with Victor (named after Star’s granddad) and our twins Blaze and Lumen, lawyers representing the Nash family reached out to Star.

They brought him astonishing news.

By then, Nash had been officially declared dead, but that wasn’t the end of it.

It turned out that one of his brothers had died childless several years earlier, and the other had perished only recently in a small plane crash, along with his only son, Rob.

This meant that the sole heir to the entire Nash family estate was now… Star!

Oh, the irony.

Their large and thriving security company passed directly to my husband, along with all their personal properties, houses, and apartments. In a way, Fate had returned to Star a measure of justice.

He felt a bit overwhelmed by it all, since overnight he suddenly had a massive fortune under his name.

But he never once felt he didn’t deserve it.

On the contrary, he firmly believed that since Nash had destroyed his family, it was only right that all of the Nash wealth pass to him as a form of reparation, a cosmic equalizer.

On top of that, the Nash family had perished, leaving no living relatives. A strange twist of Fate.

Of course, it was hard to say that justice had truly been served, but at least it was a kind of compensation for the suffering and deaths of innocent people, for which Doug C. Nash had been solely responsible.

My perfect mate, however, had no desire to run that company. One day he came to me and said he wanted to sell it, and invest the money into… the real estate business I had often mentioned quietly, almost in passing.

That kind of capital would immediately give us a strong foothold in the market and allow us to purchase several properties I had been eyeing for renovation and profitable resale.

And that was exactly what happened.

Meanwhile, our family kept growing, and more children popped out in our home: Jay and Cole, both named after Star’s parents, soon joined the bunch. In the end, we had seven children in total, with at most a year or two separating them.

Star handled all pregnancies really well and had easy births, so I wasn’t about to protest when his heat started and he gave me those big eyes, batting his lashes and whispering seductively, "Will you breed me, Hunter?"

And as for Star’s and my relationship, we got along so perfectly that to people looking in from the outside it might have seemed almost boring !

Well, they had no idea what we were doing in the bedroom… if they did, they’d definitely change their minds!

Some of my friends once asked how it was possible that we never fought, that we seemed to read each other’s minds, that we understood each other so effortlessly.

And I would always answer the same way: how could I not agree with the other half of my own soul?

And one more thing…

How did the story of my new tattoo end?

That turned out to be a rather funny one. I couldn’t decide on the exact wording.

Star firmly protested against the phrase "Property of Star". He said that was not what our relationship was about.

He told me we would go to the tattoo artist, and he would whisper what it should say into his ear, and I would only see it afterward.

If I felt something else still needed to be added, then after all, I had another arm. He even leaned in and added, "I always thought tattoos looked sexy on alphas."

When the bandage finally came off, the tattoo read:

"Half of Star’s Soul"

I was impressed, because it spoke nothing but the truth. But I told him I felt something else still had to be added. Star said I should trust him again, and I agreed to let him pull the same trick with my other arm.

The tattoo artist inked the second one, and after the bandage was removed, I read it:

"Star’s Avenger"

Star grew serious as I read the words, and our eyes met. I nodded slowly, and he answered with a nod of his own.

"These are perfect tattoos, and I thank you for the ideas. I will wear them with pride, as they fit perfectly. But… I always felt I would end up with three tattoos, since I heard… that tattoos look sexy on alphas. I still have more space on my back, and this time I will choose one myself."

As it turned out, he was the one who would be surprised a few hours later.

The tattoo artist revealed the design in a small celebration, and the room fell silent.

Star held his breath, then grinned.

And I saluted him.

Across my back, surrounded by beautifully drawn stars, the tattoo read:

"Starstruck"

The END