I gasp and move toward it, shocked to see that almost everything is already in the right place. “How…?”
“Orcus and I have been working on it all day,” Flame says softly. “I’m sorry if it’s not perfect. We tried to put it back together just like you had it, but…”
“We’re not Omegas,” Orcus finishes for him. “We need your magical touch, sweet Goddess of ours.”
“More than you know,” Reaper adds as he pulls his shirt over his head and holds it out for me.
I take it on instinct, my soul instantly knowing exactly where to put it.
This intrinsic need is slowly becoming more normal and less foreign, my mind having chosen to give in to the nesting inclination instead of fighting it.
I’m an Omega,I acknowledge.And these are my fae.
I press my palm to my belly, feeling the life we’ve created there, and smile. Because I can’t imagine a better fate.
Who knew Monsters Night would end like this?I marvel.Offering Nine. Claimed and mated by three gorgeous fae men.
Now that’s what one might call a happily-ever-after.
