The Alpha's Mate (Werewolf Romance) (18 page)

Being a gentleman, he obliged
, slipping into me with one smooth thrust. My body quivered around him, and, for the first time, my wolf showed signs of real life. She howled and pranced. Jacks wolf sauntered into my mind’s eye, acknowledging her with a nod. She sank to the ground, rolling over in submission. He laid down next to her, pressing himself against her, giving comfort and reassurance. The whole thing gave me hope. One, that Jackson would stick with me no matter what, and two, my wolf might be okay.

I didn’t have long to dwell on it though, because Jackson hauled my legs up and over his shoulders. Gone was the gentle regard he’d treated me with
earlier. He took me with a wild roughness that made my blood run hot. I reached around to dig my hands into his thighs, urging him on. I wanted him harder and faster until we both exploded.

He howled when he came. I did too and our voices twined together, a harmony once lost but now found again. I felt a prickling rush under my skin too
, which brought a smile to my face.

“What is it?” Jackson asked not missing the change in my expression.

“I can feel my wolf. She’s coming back.”

He let my legs drop back onto the bed and then collapsed on top of me, still buried in my slick wetness. “I knew she would.”

I ran a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t so sure.”

“You doubt yourself too much,
Clo. Your wolf may have come late but she’s powerful.” He kissed me. “Now go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”

We
spooned and drew the covers in close to ward of the increasing winter chill. I didn’t sleep really. Instead I spent the night looking at my ring and keeping vigil over my wolf, waiting for her to regain full strength.

Epilogue

We had an old-fashioned wedding in August, full of wildflowers and happy sunshine in a bright blue sky. I’d been worried that Jackson’s pack would think it low class, but it turned out no one shared Kelsey’s tastes. They would’ve found chrome just as weird as I had.

His family welcomed me with open arms and apologized profusely for Kelsey. I had the sense they were worried I would blame them. Vicki stayed out of my way and was polite when she had to deal with me, which was more than I’d hoped for. Cal told me she was leaving, going out to visit some other packs in the hopes of finding a mate.

The rest of the Huntsville pack got over their reservations about me when I proved I could shift. It helped that Jackson and Cal both encouraged and supported me more fully taking on the alpha’s mate role.

I started with Grammy, who we found unable to care for herself let alone the kids. She hadn’t been eating either. I assigned some of the pack to care for her. They didn’t want to do it
at first, but I was too alpha now for any wolf to say no to me. All I had to do was remind them about how I cut off a rogue alpha’s head and that usually did the trick.

In a lot of people’s memor
ies, I was still that null who should’ve been run out of town, but things were changing for the better. Slowly. In a weird way, Kelsey may have done me a favor. Killing Ronnie had given me a lot of credibility.

Jackson and I kept Mara and Sara full
-time, wanting them to have a stable home life. They were growing faster than I could keep up. It seemed every other week I had to run into town to buy more clothes. They’d been without proper nutrition for so long, no doubt their bodies had a lot of time to make up for. I also worked with them on reading and their grammar quickly showed signs of improvement. Given the right environment, they learned fast. I was proud of them.

We saw their parents here and there, still stuck in wolf form and showing no signs of shifting back. The girls accepted it as normal and didn’t ex
pect any different, but it would always tug at my heart. This was a ‘death’ I found difficult to accept. Their parents were alive, yet just as absent as my dead-and-buried mom and dad.

Being pregnant made it all
worse, because I knew exactly how precious the life stirring in me was. Yep, I was knocked up when I walked down the aisle. Jackson was still a little surprised. Honestly, though, what did he expect would happen? If you act like a wererabbit in heat, you multiply like one.

I couldn’t wait to be a mom. Jackson was great with the girls and he was great with me; massaging my feet, bringing me ice cream, and generally treating me like a queen. I didn’t know what the next chapter in our life held, but I knew this much; I had him, I had my wolf and I had a family to love.

-The End-

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