Maybe I need to stop looking backward at every mistake I've ever made for proof that I'm a monster.
Because I know one thing now with absolute fucking certainty.
I might not have believed I deserved Gabriella when this started. But I know now that I'm the only male for her.
Her Alpha.
Her mate.
Her Rowan.
And she is the only one for me.
She's my Omega.
My Honey Girl.
And Matteo?
That's my son. Not by blood. By something stronger.
Choice.
Soon there'll be another little heartbeat in this cabin too.
Wolf?
Phoenix?
Some combination that will probably give Justin a fucking research obsession?
Don't know. Don't care.
Ours.
And that's enough.
“Rowan!” Matteo points accusingly at the stove. “My mutant dinosaur is burning!”
“Shit!”
“Eight!”
“Fuck.”
“NINE!”
Gabby starts laughing. I grab the spatula.
“Kid, we're resetting the swear jar when the baby comes.”
“No way!”
“I'm the Alpha.”
“Mommy!”
“Don't drag me into this,” Gabby says, still laughing.