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EPILOGUE

OLIVER

A year and a half later

" T hey're here!" Sam bellows through the house. I can feel his excitement through the walls.

Grumbling, I glare at Emmett over my shoulder. "I still think we had time."

He snorts. "Not for all the dirty things I have planned for you." Dressed in a pair of fancy athletic joggers, he ambles toward me with a cocky grin that rivals my own. "Can you wait a couple of hours, Beta?"

Fuck, his husky voice does things to me. "We both know a couple of hours will actually be like five or six."

It's true. Every time we have a huge family get-together with all the parents and our friends, dinner turns into a full-fledged party. Especially now that it's finally summer again. I'm definitely not getting dick for a while .

Emmett hums, pulling me into his hot body by the band of my jeans. "Maybe we can sneak off later when Kate gets the tequila out. I could?—"

"Stop teasing him, Em," Vincent scolds, coming out of the ensuite bathroom looking like a fucking snack. "Let's go greet our guests."

Giving our pack lead a pout, I'm pretty damn pleased when he steps into my space and bites my lip in warning. "None of that, naughty beta, or I'll have our alpha edge you all fuckin' night."

Fucking hell. "Where do I sign up?"

"There's no signing up. Just a liability waiver," Vince continues to nibble on me.

Sighing, I tilt my head to give him access and meet Emmett's heated gaze. "Okay, where do I suck that? OW!"

"Bad," Vincent growls around my skin. The slight tilt of his lips when he pulls away gives me some more naughty ideas. "Come on, Emmett. Let's leave Oliver to cool down while we go get the hot gossip about Paul's new girlfriend."

My jaw hits the fucking ground. "WHAT!? Really?! Tell me what you know!" I shout after them as they leave the room. Glaring down at my erection, I will it to leave before the tea gets spilled without me there.

Just as my boner starts deflating as I contemplate my father-in-law's love life, a squeak from the hallway draws my attention. Amaya flies out of the master bedroom in disarray while she tugs her light pink sundress into place.

I admire my omega while leaning against the doorframe of our extra bedroom. "I missed you last night, baby," I coo, enjoying the way her eyes widen.

Most nights are spent in the nest as a pack, but there are times when Samuel needs one-on-one time with our girl, and my other two mates and I wish to get a little wild. After the last year and a half, I'd say we got our communication down pretty well. Except this morning, it looks like our omega may have forgotten about our monthly get-together.

"Missed you too," she breathes, walking toward me with bright pink cheeks.

I laugh softly and tuck some frizzy strands of hair behind her ear. "Did you forget our entire social system is here today?"

Amaya glares and starts patting down her hair. Before she can get a word out, Samuel breezes through the hall with a shit-eating grin. "Nah. I kept her up all night. Even woke our girl up early," he adds with a wink and a slap to her pert little ass.

"Oooo, special treatment from my brother," I tease her as he slips into the pack bedroom for something.

"Ugh, if you guys keep me this exhausted forever, I'll rarely leave the bedroom," Amaya grumbles and leans into my chest.

"That's the plan," I joke, but she stiffens.

"No, it's not." Her whisper is a plea for me to remember the life we dreamed of when we were children.

Nudging her back a little with my fingers on her chin, I smile at my beautiful mate who literally looks like she's loved. Her golden eyes rarely darken with the nightmares that hardly ever haunt her anymore.

"You're right," I murmur, studying her features. I'll never get tired of watching the air expand her creamy chest or the subtle pillow of her cheeks showing months of healthy eating. "So what's it going to be, baby girl?"

"What do you mean, Mr. Rose?" she asks, blinking up at me, all the while knowing how much we love when she calls us by our pack name.

"Well, let's see," I whisper, brushing my lips against hers. "You're already passing my room with messy hair and waking up beside me every day like planned. So what is it that you want now?"

"Anything?"

Her puff of lavender breath on my mouth drives me closer. "Anything," I repeat.

"Then teach me how to make a cocktail, Mr. Rose. I want to be a bartender first."