Page 24 of The Cobbler and His Elves

My grandfather had always said that magic existed for those who knew where to look. He’d been right, of course. But the magic I’d found wasn’t in helpful elves or fairy tales.

It was in the love of two alphas who’d seen past my prickly exterior to the lonely omega beneath.

It was in a community that had come together to support us through thick and thin.

And it was in the little life growing inside me, a perfect blend of the three of us.

As I drifted off to sleep that night, nestled safely between Jack and Elijah, I couldn’t help but smile. The cobbler might have had his elves, but I had something far better.

I had my alphas. My happily ever after.

The End.