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“You?” he answers my question with a question.

I grab his thigh. “I’m okay now. Now that I’m within reaching distance of you.”

He lets out a stuttered exhale. “Meadows is unconscious and I suspect tied up in the back of Jared’s camper since Jase went to take care of that before he came inside. Don’t know how long till he’ll wake. That redheaded witch blew something in his face that made him drop.”

“That’s Aphra. Sherry also dosed his whisky with the rest of that herb that was in my suitcase. If he wakes up, he won’t be able to shift for a while.”

Grey barks out a laugh. He barks it out loud enough it startles me.

“That’s poetry right there, Blossom.”

I feel a smile tug at my mouth. “Isn’t it?”

His expression darkens as he drives and there’s a moment of silence where I can see and feel how devastated he is at what he just went through.

“I… um, so… apparently we’re gonna have a baby,” I say.

The trouble leaves his face immediately as he corrects, “Babies, Blossom.” He reaches with his right hand to caress my belly as he holds the steering wheel with his left. “I smelled you were pregnant when your scent was masked. The scent of our kids led me to you. It’s early but maybe I was smelling them that strong from a distance because there are two of them. Didn’t know it wasn’t just one until I got close.”

“Good job, little beans,” I say, caressing my belly with tears in my eyes, with joy welling up inside me. “I love you, Grey,” I say.

“Twin boys, Blossom. Both alphas, I think. That there are two of them might also be why you were able to take that chain off her neck.”

Joy wells up inside me.Me, growing alphas inside my womb. Little versions of Grey and me.

“Wow.”

I sober. “I had to take it off her. She told me she’d shove something down my throat that’d make me miscarry. Or use a coat hanger.”

His expression hardens and he grips the steering wheel so tight I see the whites of his knuckles.

“She wouldn’t have. She would’ve let them be born and then try to siphon their magic. But… you did the right thing,” he assures.

“There was no other choice,” I say. And I’m not just talking about for me. I’m also talking about for him. I don’t know exactly what went on in there but I do know my mate would’ve saved her if he could.

“She siphoned magic from me as a newborn. Almost killed me. This is why he severed the bond. She wouldn’t stop. She’s an addict. She would’ve eventually come after them.”

“You did the right thing, too, Greyson.”

He swallows and flexes his fingers before tightening his grip on the steering wheel again.

Wyatt is secured in the back of the Airstream. I’m carrying two babies. Brody is going to lead the Silver Hills pack into a brighter future. Happiness and gratitude floods me.

“We made it,” I breathe and then I pull in more air and blow it out slowly. “And somehow, even though I didn’t know if I could, I made it through all this.”

“Yeah, you did,” he says.

“Because of you.”

I squeal with happiness, grab his thigh, and jiggle it again. “I’m so, so happy. Two babies! And we have Wyatt. I’m sorry about your mother, I’m sorry about what you had to do in there, but Greyson… I’m also so, so happy! It’s the beginning of our happily ever after.”

He swallows, then fiercely says, “I love you, wife. Your happiness is my priority, sogood. I’m glad.”

“I’m really sorry it had to go that way with Soleil.”

His mouth tightens, but he says nothing.

“Is all the bad stuff over for us?” I ask.

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