Page 73 of The Alpha's Sin
He’s such a good father. He changes more diapers than I do and never complains about midnight feedings. The diaper genie gets a workout every single day with two babies in the house, but he always empties it with a grin, teasing that at least it builds character.
Daniel starts fussing for me too, so Logan and I trade. I hand Patricia into his arms, and he rocks her against his broad shoulder while I take Daniel. My son’s pale eyes—just like his father’s—flutter closed as he nurses, his tiny hand curling against my skin. Across from me, Logan hums softly, his big hand rubbing soothing circles on Patricia’s back. She coos sleepily—she’s already Daddy’s little princess.
I can’t believe how drastically my life has changed. I think back to that awful morning, sitting on the toilet seat, staring down at the little white stick in my hand, praying not to be pregnant. The fear, the despair, the certainty that my life was over.
Now I feel nothing but gratitude. I’m the luckiest woman alive—safe and loved, married to a man who would kill or die for me, and two beautiful babies who are the center of our world.
I know we’ll have our share of challenges—sleepless nights, endless diapers, maybe even more danger down the road. But for now, I’m content. Because we’re together, we’re a family, and I know deep in my heart that our life ahead will be long, happy, and full of love.
Forever.
EPILOGUE TWO
LOGAN
I settle deeper into the couch, Patricia warm and soft in my arms. She smells like milk and baby powder, and her tiny fist grips my shirt like she’s never letting go. Beside me, Poppy is nursing Daniel, her head bowed, her hair falling loose around her shoulders. There’s a peaceful little smile on her face, the same one she wore when I found her sleeping in my arms this morning.
God, I love them. All three of them.
The fire crackles in the hearth, bathing the room in a golden glow. Outside, the Oregon night is quiet, but in here my whole world is alive and breathing. My wife…my babies. My family.
I lean over and press a kiss to Poppy’s temple, lingering there for a moment. She looks up at me, her eyes shining, and I see it—the home, the happiness, the forever I’ve been searching for.
I don’t care what laws we had to break or what blood I had to spill. This is mine now. She is mine. They all are.
And I’ll spend every day of my life protecting them.
The fire pops, the babies sigh in their sleep, and Poppy leans against me with a soft sigh of her own.
I might have sinned to get her, according to our Pack—I might have broken the Unbreakable Laws. But I don’t give a damn—I’d do it all over again. Poppy and our babies are worth it.
I’ll never stop loving them.
THE END?
