Page 69 of A Luna's Revenge

Charlie releases Tracy’s throat, takes her by her hair, and pulls her up with her feet dangling once again, both of them gasping for breath and snarling; Tracy is struggling and crying.

“Heed this warning. There will not be a third chance or any further mercy from me, Tracy,” Charlie growls. “If you return here or make any further attempts to interfere with my mate, Reggie, or my former mate, Jenson, I will end you once and for all.”

She gives Tracy a violet shake with her hair, drops her to the ground, and kicks her just as two enforcers rush into the gym. She must have mind-linked them. They take Tracy by the arms and lift her to her feet.

“Arrange immediate transport to Prisoner Island,” Charlie orders. “Secure her in a cell until such she leaves. Allow medical to evaluate her.” The look of satisfaction on her face makes me chuckle. My sweet Charlie has a bit of a mean streak when crossed.

“Yes, Alpha,” they say in unison as they drag a sobbing Tracy out of the gym.

I turn to Charlie, who is breathing heavily, her anger palpable. “Are you okay?” I ask, stepping closer.

“I’m fine,” she replied, though I could see the tension in her shoulders. “Just sick of her games. She doesn’t get to control lives anymore.”

I reach for her, pulling her into my embrace. “You controlled yourself well. I’m proud of you.”

Charlie relaxed slightly against me, her breath evening out. “Thanks. It just frustrates me how she thinks she can come in and cause problems in our relationship. We have something real, and I won’t let her take that away.”

“You never have to under any circumstances,” I promised, my voice steady. “We’ll face whatever comes together. I’m not going anywhere.”

She looks up at me, love in her eyes. “Together. That’s all that matters.”

As we stand there, I feel the bond throbbing with renewed strength. Tracy may have tried to shake us, but we are united, and I know we can handle whatever comes our way.

Epilogue 2 – Another Wedding

Asher

Michelle has been my chosen mate for 20 years now, and I am as happy as possible to be without our fated mate, but I am more than content. We sit here at our son’s wedding, the male I took to raise when she and I mated. When Michelle’s first husband died, he left her a pregnant widow. Xavier was a tiny pup at the time, but he is the closest I will ever be to having one of my own.

Xavier is standing at the front of the church, next to the officiant. You can tell he is nervous as he continues raking his hand through his hair and straightening his clothes. As thewedding march begins, he stills and slowly looks down the aisle at the opening double doors. On the other side is a vision in white that stops my breath. She is the spitting image of her mother with long silver hair.

Tears prick my eyes as Jenson, usually silent in the back of our mind, takes notice and pushes forward.“Charlie?”He whispers the only word I ever hear from him anymore.

“No, Jenson, that’s Charlie’s daughter, Lianna.”

“Lianna? No. It can’t be. She’s wearing the wedding dress she wore at our wedding.”That’s the most I’ve heard him say in years.

“Yes. Charlie’s daughter Lianna is marrying our stepson Xavier, and she is wearing her mother’s dress. Remember Michelle talking to you about this?”

“No. Maybe.”He sighs, his attention waning, andhe reverts to staring at the wall. Over the years, the barriers between Jenson and I have crumbled, and I can hear his thoughts again. His memories with Charlie play on a constant loop. It’s the only place he can find happiness now.

On the other hand, I’ve found a manner of happiness mated to Michelle and raising Xavier. It’s the best I can hope for in this lifeandit’s enough for me. I look at Michelle and smile as she wipes her eyes with a tissue and gives me a watery smile. I rest my arm across her shoulders, squeeze her to me, and kiss her forehead. Yes, It’s more than enough.

We turn back and watch as Xavier kisses his bride, and I hope he is smart enough to hang on to his fated mate tight because mates are precious, and happiness is fleeting if you squander it.

Epilogue 3 – Our Grandpup

Charlie

The sun streams through the large window of Lianna and Xavier’s home, casting a warm glow over the great room. I hold the delicate little one in my arms, cooing softly as I admire the fragile features of my grandchild. Asher stands to my right, while Reggie stands to my left, both wearing soft smiles on their beautiful faces, sharing my joy. The rest of the family is gathered in the room, laughing and talking, while the four of us seem like a tiny island unto ourselves.

“Is it even possible to be this perfect?” I said, my voice filled with wonder. “She’s got Lianna’s crystal blue eyes.”

“And Xavier’s curiosity,” Asher replied, leaning closer to get a better look. “Look at her, already taking in the world around her. She’s looking around the room, fully aware.”

I laugh softly, my heart filling with visions for a bright future for her. “I hope she’s brave enough to forge her own destiny.”

“If she’s anything like her grandmother,” Reggie sighs, “she will certainly do so.” Asher nods in agreement.

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