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My sweet omega steps around me and leans her back against my chest as she cradles Luna to her chest. “She got Clark’s dark curls.”

Emmett speaks, but I spot Lincoln sneaking around the garage. He must have used the gate in the backyard.

I catch his attention and give him a firm shake of my head.

He can’t bury that knife in Raynor’s back.

At least, not while Chelsea is watching.

It takes every ounce of focus I’ve got to make it through dinner without snapping Emmett’s neck. Chelsea seems to be obsessed with asking questions about Clark’s childhood and the Raynorfamily as a whole. She even brings a notebook in to jot notes as Emmett speaks.

Lincoln straps Luna to Kase’s chest, probably because Kase isslightlyless likely to try to murder Emmett with the baby in tow.

Slightly.

Catching the diabolical look on his face as Lincoln clears the dishes, I sigh. We’ll need to find something to keep him busy tonight, so Raynor can make a clean exit. It all comes down to knowing there will be someone out there who can donate blood or a kidney if Luna needs it one day.

That’s what saves Emmett from payingdearlyfor frightening Chelsea badly enough that she had to move.

Then again, that’s what led her to us.

It’s crazy how things work out.

I tighten my hold on Chelsea’s shoulder, tugging her closer for a quick kiss. Making sure to run my tongue over my bond mark, I pull back.

“Is that relief I’m feeling in the bond?” I ask, nuzzling my cheek to hers.

“I think it is,” she agrees. “It feels like everything has come full circle, and I’m finally free to start my life.”

My heart races.

If only she understood she’s been ours since the second Kase laid eyes on her…but if I ever retell the story of how we met, I’ll leave out the stalking and the part where Kase seriously considered burning Mrs. Wilson’s house down.

Although, it is rather romantic, if you think about it.

We knew from day one that we were going to make her ours, by any means necessary.

Epilogue

Kase

Two and a Half Months Later

Luna growls, capturing her fist with her mouth as she sways in her swing. She’s adorable and starting to be vocal through methods other than crying. She coos and squeals and even gets lucky occasionally with catching her fingers to suck on.

My head tilts as I try to determine if she could be hungry. Or she might just be realizing she has hands.

It’s hard to tell.

Chelsea still pumps, but we feed Luna the expressed milk in bottles now. I have no complaints. I love feeding the little lady. It even feels like she’s starting to recognize our faces. Okay, fine. Maybe it’s our voices she’s recognizing, but it’s an unreal feeling either way.

Chelsea comes into the living room, looking as radiant as ever. Since she had some work to catch up on, I stayed with the baby, so she could concentrate. She’s in a soft, navy-blue dress with a light pink ribbon just under her chest. It accentuates her chest before flaring out around her luscious hips.

“Did you get everything done?” I ask as Chelsea heads to the swing, running her fingers over Luna’s tummy and tucking the blanket around her hips.

She pops up and beams as she sways her way over to me. “Yep, thank you for keeping her.”

I shrug.

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