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REMI

Five Years Later.

If you had told me I’d be here today, I would’ve laughed in your face. To see the pleasure of my life in front of me is a treasure I’ll never take for granted. My days are filled with love and laughter. My nights are filled with passion.

Everywhere I look, I see a life we built, and I’m very proud to call it mine.

Every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears we shed has built everything we have today. It doesn’t matter about the money, cars, or prolific jobs we have. It’s about love, security, and the sense of self these guys instilled inside of me.

They helped me become the person I am today. They helped me know that I do belong, and I belong with them.

Every day, they make me feel loved. Cherished. They make me feel things I’ve never felt before.

No person, even Windy, has given me what the guys have—a sense of self. A pleasure so outstanding it makes me tear up just thinking about it. They made me a mother, a lover, and a piece of their forever.

My eyes follow the guys as they all race after our three-year-old, Dominik. My hand rubs over my swollen belly, feeling our baby girl kicking up a storm. A smile spreads across my face as I watch them act like big children.

There’s something to be said about having children with the loves of your life. It’s a heady feeling I would wish on anyone. A sense of belonging that sears you to your very soul.

“Be careful!” I call out, watching as the guys stop what they’re doing and grin wide, beaming smiles toward me.

“Momma!” Dominik crows like a rooster, which turns out to be his favorite thing to do.

He’s an omega, like me. Not the daring alpha the guys thought they were getting. But they don’t love him any less. In fact, they love him even more. They protect him even more so than they protect me, and I can’t fault them for that. He’s precious.

I may be their precious, but to us, Dominik is precious personified.

Sometimes, I think about where we started, and it makes me sad. But then, I think about where we are, and I can’t stop the smile that breaks out across my face. The guys and I went through so much in such a short time, but in the end, we made it through.

Not a day goes by that they don’t tell me I love you.

They say it every morning when we wake up in my nest, and every night before we make love.

We are obsessed with each other. Even when Knox has to run the town, he’s constantly checking in and making sure Tripp and Boone are doing their due.

They usually are. No matter where we’re at.

The motorcycle shop against Tripp’s desk.

In Boone’s University office, on the sofa.

Those alphas take care of me splendidly.

And, I have a feeling, they always will.

“Watch me!” I watch as Dominik sneaks up behind Windy’s little girl, grabbing hold of her by her sides. Little Daisy squeals in surprise before laughing and chasing after Dominik.

I glance over at my best friend, watching as she watches her mates. Her eyes shine bright and merry, but it hasn’t always been that way. Windy had a tougher time with her mates than even I did. It nearly sucked the very soul from her body and made her into a shell of an omega.

I’m so glad they got their heads out of their asses, even if it took them close to a year to do it.

After their betrayal, I didn’t think Windy would ever smile again.

She walked around in some zombie state. Never smiled.

Never laughed. Never wanted to get out and do anything.

She even stopped coming to the book club, which really worried me.

Windy, if anything, is a creature of habit.

She’s also really stubborn. When her alphas got their heads out of their asses, it was almost too late.

Once Windy closes herself off, she hardly ever opens herself up again.

I nearly lost my best friend during that horrible year.

However, little by little, they managed to win her over by proving they were one hundred percent invested, just like my guys did.

All it took was a little daring.

A little cunning.

And a whole lot of fierce omega.

My eyes drift back to my mates, watching as they play with four-year-old Daisy and Dominik. Windy’s mates stand off to the side, watching and waiting for their time to shine. You see, one of her mates is a firefighter, so he got one of the fire trucks to be at Dominik’s third birthday party.

I sink deeper into my chair, hands unconsciously rubbing my very pregnant belly.

There’s a radiant warmth in the simple act of circling gentle palms over the curve that holds my whole world, a sense of love swelling with every slight movement beneath my skin.

I can’t help but smile, lost in the gentle promise of tomorrow—a future painted with laughter, chubby hands, and all the hope that comes from new beginnings.

In this golden moment, I am content, holding the future close, loving it fiercely before it even arrives.

Sometimes I can’t quite believe how everything changed—how a single soul, so small yet so mighty, became my axis.

Dominik is that for me: my sun, my center, my entire world spun anew the moment he first curled his tiny fist around my finger.

Even now, the laughter is enough to light up every shadow I once carried within me.

Dominik is a miracle I hold close, because there were days when hope was more distant than the stars.

I remember lying in silence, weighed down by loneliness so thick it seemed to swallow me whole.

My mates found me there, in that dark, hollow place.

They didn’t rush me. They didn’t try to force the light back in.

They stayed, steady as mountains, and as patient as the tide.

It was their love—their gentle, persistent faith—that built a bridge back to myself.

Brick by brick, touch by touch, they showed me that I wasn’t lost, only waiting for a reason to reach out again.

Our mating and Dominik were the reason. The first flutter of life within me, the promise of someone who would always be mine.

My guys gave me more than just love; they gave me the courage to believe in joy again.

Every giggle from Dominik, every new word, and clumsy step—all of it is a testament to the second chance they carried me toward.

Because of them, I have this dazzling, wild-hearted boy, and through him, I rediscovered the tenderness and strength woven into the fabric of my own soul.

They are my everything, and the guys are the ones who put the very world in my arms to love forever.