Lucy POV
Aamon transported us back when we discovered Ace’s car was totaled. We all sat in the waiting room of the hospital while everyone received treatment, the markings on Rayan’s arms told us some bond was put in place, but only time would tell if it could be undone, Aamon paced and muttered to himself. He was beside himself with grief, and I prayed Asemdous could bring back Avery and his daughter for him.
“Ryker?” I hear my grandmother’s voice making me look up to see Ace crash into his mother. She wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly.
“He will be fine son, your brother is strong,” my grandmother Aria hugged him. My grandfather came jogging through the doors. He looked around, and I watched as my mother approached him. She talks to him, and he follows her into the room where my stepfather was, how in a matter of days, our lives were turned upside down. Tyson comes over to me and sits next to me, and grabs my hand before kissing it.
“He’ll make it; I know he will,” Tyson says, and I leaned against him. Now we had to wait, wait to see if the pack would wake, if Ryker would make it or if the king would fall.
“Lucy?” comes Rayan’s voice as he steps out of the room in a hospital gown. I open my arms to him, and he sits on my lap. I kiss his little head and hug him close.
“How do you feel?” I whisper to him.
“What if he doesn’t wake up,”
“He will,” I tell him, and he looks up at me. He was so strong. How he endured what he did without giving in, was beyond me. His wolf was close to the surface, but thankfully he never shifted, he may have his wolf earlier than expected, but at least he didn’t complete the transition.
“But what if he doesn’t?” Rayan whispers while leaning his head on my shoulder.
“He will. He has too much to live for; he will make it,” I try to reassure him when Luna Alicia walks out. She was deathly pale and could barely stand. Melana was holding her arm, and my mother rushed over to help Melana get her in a seat. She could possibly be another to be lost if Avery didn’t return and sever the bond, so many lives sitting on the brink.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Alicia says, and Emily, who was sucking her thumb, comes over and climbs in her mother’s lap, glancing around nervously. Rayan stares at her before looking down at his arm; the markings etched in his skin glowed under his skin.
“Thank you for bringing her back to me,” Alicia whispers to no one in particular before turning to my mother.
“The king?” She asks.
“Stable for now, but the bond is getting stronger. I can feel him, he is in there somewhere. He’ll come back to us,” my mother murmurs looking back at the room where he was with my grandparents.
Gosh, I hoped so. We had lost enough to Kade and his minions.
*************
One week Later
I carried the salad bowl out the back of our packhouse; rows and rows of tables lined the fields as all the packs gathered. Today we held Jacob’s funeral, and a memorial wall was erected in honor of those lost since Kade came about decades ago.
It was funny to think that one misunderstanding by my great grandfather had brought about nearly a century of terror, ruled by one man even decades after his death. But for once, everyone was hopeful this was the end, the end of one lifetime and the beginning of another.
Avery wasn’t able to sever the bond on Emily and Rayan. But Asmodeus, true to his word, returned with Avery after dipping her in the fountain of life. After taking her to the seven sisters of some purgatory that apparently owed him a favor and he had been saving it, good thing too, or Amy and Avery would no longer be here. Avalon City would have lost their high priestess and we would have lost an irreplaceable family friend.
I place the salad bowl on the table as Ace brings over a tray of meat from the spit roast. I looked down at Amy in Avery’s arms, her emerald green eyes peering up at her mother and her jet black hair matched her father’s. A perfect combination of the two of them. Aamon brushes Avery’s hair behind her ear before kissing her shoulder.
Glancing down the table, my stepfather sat at the end. He had been quiet today, watching over his family and pack, his somber expression saddened me and I knew he felt Jacob’s loss the most. Jacob was one of his best friends and like family.
Burns ravaged the majority of his body, but he still looked like the fearless king he was. The ruler of our kind. I sigh, looking down the table of the three generations of family all in one place, generations of heartache and pain, but we still stood. We held strong. Never have I felt so at home than I did at this moment.
Pack members mingled and talked as all packs came together. Rayan was talking to Emily, her mother thankfully recovered after the bond was severed between her and Jamie, and she took over his pack and seemed to be readjusting to a life outside of the cells. Melana joined Alicia’s pack and is now Beta. Her and Nathanial finally marked each other and he looked smitten to have his mate.
Looking for her, I find her talking to Mitchell, laughing at something he was showing her on his phone while Nathanial and her mate looked over her shoulder, watching too. Melana feeling my eyes on her, looks up. She smiles and nods to me. I nod back, all animosity between left behind, the past not forgotten but no longer holding us back. We both got what we wanted and I moved toward the memorial wall that finished being built yesterday, the plagues all placed. Mum and Dad were staying with us until a new packhouse could be built, each pack now had its own memorial, and the day was placed on the calendar as a day to remember those lost.
Looking up at the wall, Abel sat at the top; it started with him, and it seemed fitting. Looking over the names, I recognized most but not all. Despite Josie causing issues, her name too was etched into one of the plagues, she wasn’t always a monster, and I tried to remember her when she was my friend.
Mitchell steps beside me, looking up at the colossal wall of names, our enemies and friends frozen in time but never forgotten. He grabs my hand, and I glance over at him. He nudges me with his shoulder, and I smile, nudging him back when I feel another hand slide into mine. I give her hand a squeeze peeking up at Melana, once enemies now friends. Life was too short for grudges, and hate was not something I wanted to hang on to; I had no time for hate.
Feeling arms wrap around my waist, I look over my shoulder at Ace; he buries his face in my neck, purring softly.
“I hope I never hear the name Kade again,” He mutters, and I hum in agreement.
“That would be nice,” Melana says, and Ace nods.
“So, what’s next for you?” I ask, turning to Mitchell and he shrugs.
“No idea, you?”
“I have a few ideas,” Ace says, bumping his hips against my ass.
“Get a room,” Melana, mutters nudging me with her hip.
“Not without me, they ain’t; her parents living with us is the biggest cock blocker,” Tyson says, making us turn as he approaches us. Ace growls; Tyson was right. Ryker was always at us about doors remaining open despite the fact they were my mates, and we were all adults. Apparently, I was still his daughter, and the 1. 5-meter rule had been placed while they lived under OUR roof.
“Gosh, how you will survive them two is beyond me. Ace was annoying enough,”
“Annoyingly fantastic,” Ace says, and Melana rolls her eyes at him when I am tugged away by Tyson. Ace growls at him, reaching for me.
“Stop being a hog,” Tyson snaps at him, kissing my head.
Avery wanders over to us with Aamon.
“So this is it,” She muses, looking up at the gigantic wall.
“Is that confirmation that the bastard won’t be haunting us again from the grave?” Tyson asks, and Avery smiles.
“Something is always haunting us from beyond the grave,” She answers, and I shiver.
“But yes, I feel this is the end of Kade,” She says, looking back out at everyone gathered here today before she groans loudly. I follow her gaze, and Aamon chuckles when I finally spot her father casually leaning against the side of the house, talking to three she-wolves.
“Can’t take him anywhere,” She mutters, shaking her head. She passes Amy to Aamon and storms over to him in a blazing fury, her cheeks red with her embarrassment as her father is surrounded by she-wolves swooning over him.
“Dad, you old horn dog, shoo, get away from them,” Avery scolds her father. The she-wolves dart off, and Asemodeous glares at his daughter.
“What? I wasn’t doing anything,” He says innocently.
“You know exactly what you were doing. They have mates,”
Aamon laughs beside us, and Melana fans herself with her hand. “Is it hot out here?” she laughs, and my face heats. There was no denying Avery’s father was definitely a panty-dropper. Ace growls as all faces turn toward Avery’s father, and I have never seen a man get so many death stares and not by one wolf but every male wolf here as all the ladies, even those mated, couldn’t tear their eyes from the dark, handsome, mysterious man. He just commanded attention with otherworldly sex appeal.
“That arousal I can smell better be because I am touching you and not because of the old carcass over there,” Tyson growls below my ear.
“He doesn’t look old,” Melana says, her voice sounding far away. Nathanial grabbed her hand; she seemed to be in some trance as she stared after him.
“The fossil is older than the earth,” Aamon says.
“Just something so appealing about him,” I muse, and Ace clears his throat.
“What, we can look?” Melana says.
“I wonder,” Asemodous smiles tauntingly at his daughter’s angry red face.
“You wonder nothing.” she snaps.
“Dad, stop it, you filthy old man,” Avery scolds, shooing him away. Even a few of the men were watching him drooling over him. My stepfather whistles, and Asemodous looks over at him, a smile splitting on his face, and half the woman near him swoon. Tyson and Ace growl as he passes us, sending a wink at Melana and me. I chuckle, knowing it was his demonic ways that had us wanting to beg at his feet just to touch him.
He flops down in a chair beside my stepfather, and even my mother and grandmother were no match against his appeal. My mother was staring at him in a trance. Asmodeus smirked while my stepfather rolled his eyes only to growl when my mother reached her hand out. I could tell she wasn’t with it. Ryker grabs her hand, tugging her in his lap.
“Stop it, god of the underworld or not, I will drag you to the pits of hell myself,” Ryker warns him and chuckles while putting his hands up in surrender. “I’m on my best deviant behavior,” he retorts,
“Bloody old fool, we just finished a war. Does he really want to start another by bedding everyone here,” Avery says, reaching for Amy in Aamon’s arms.
“You should try living with him. Ten years I had to listen to the noises coming from his room,” Aamon huffs.
“Well, you shouldn’t have killed my parents, and I wouldn’t have locked you there,”
“I have been scarred for life; the man is insatiable, a beast in bed,”
“I would rather not hear about my father’s bedroom adventures, thank you,” Avery says.
“Hear about them? I had to watch them do the walk of shame each morning; his bedroom was like a revolving door,” Aamon mutters.
“I’m gonna see if he needs anything,” Melana mutters dreamily.
“Like hell you are, you stay away from him,” Nathaniel growls possessively, shooting a glare at Asemodeous, who was clearly enjoying the attention of everyone. In fact, I am pretty sure he was reveling in it.
Epilogue
A year later
We had just got home from the waterfalls, today was a real scorcher, so we decided to go swimming, mum and dad moved out a couple of months ago, and we were glad to have the house back to ourselves. Though, I would miss mum terrible cooking and Rayan’s constant “I’m bored,”
I rushed into the house, intending to shower, as I screamed, “I call dibs,” racing toward the bathroom. Three days in a row, we had run out of hot water, and I was not freezing again. Yesterday the water was so cold my nipples practically turned inverted to escape the torrents of icy water. But not today, Satan, not today, that hot water is mine. They could have shriveled balls; my titties weren’t freezing because they used all the water again. Stripping off as I ran down the hallway, I darted in, slamming the door behind me.
I had barely stepped under the spray when the door burst open and smashed into the wall as they shoved and pushed each other, trying to get in the shower with me.
“No, you are both too big to fit,” I scold them.
“That’s what they all say,” Ace murmurs, and I roll my eyes.
“Oh, I will fit, baby,” Tyson purrs, trying to shove Ace away. I growl at them, trying to invade my shower. Ace shoves Tyson, making him land in the bathtub. He growls angrily at him as Ace hops into the cramped stall. I shriek when my back comes in contact with the cold tiles. Ace mauling me when the shower screen door opens again.
“Nope, definitely not, I am already squashed,” I snap at Tyson, but he ignores me. Ace jumps away from him, growling and baring his teeth at him.
“Gross bro, your dick touched my fucking leg,” he growls. Tyson growls at him, yanking me out of Ace’s grip.
“Both of you out, I wanted to shave,” I whine.
“I can shave you though, I am kinda digging the amazonian look,” Ace chuckles.
“Fuck off,” I snap at him, and I groan when Tyson hits the shower caddy off the wall trying to move in the cramped space, knocking down the soaps and shampoo.
“There are two other showers in the house, out,” I bark at them.
“But none have a Lucy in them,” Ace purrs, tugging me to him while I try to escape his clutches to bend down and grab the soap. I snatch the soap and shampoo bottle off the ground only to be held down by hands on my shoulders.
“Well, while your down there,” Ace purrs, smacking me in the face with his manhood.
“Go on, be a love and get on it,” Ace says, thrusting his hips at my face, and I bite the head of his cock when he pushes me back down, smacking me with his hardened cock again.
“Oh, I don’t mind a little teeth. I will take any attention in the schlong region,” He says, gripping my hair and tugging it. I glare up at him.
“No, I got your sloppy seconds last time,” Tyson snarls.
“Paper, scissors, rock ya for her,” Ace says, and I growl as I grip Tyson’s hip hauling myself up between them.
“I will paper scissor rock you to get the fuck out of my shower,” I snap at both of them.
“I make you a deal if you get out of the shower, you get a free pass,” Ace taunts, gripping my hips in giant hands. Tyson chuckles as I squirm between them, only for Tyson to press against my back, sandwiching me between them.
“You two are impossible,”
“No, I would say I am rather easy,” Ace retorts pressing his cock against my stomach. Tyson hums in agreement pressing his lips to my shoulder.
Ace suddenly turns, washing himself or rather playing with himself. I shake my head at him, turning away from him. Tyson growls at him wanking himself and hogging all the hot water.
“What? I am just heating up her dinner,” he says. And I elbow him when Tyson’s hand slips between my thighs.
“Well, I’m playing with mine,” Tyson purrs, his fingers circling my clit. I moan softly.
“And you think you’re not easy?” he growls at my sudden mood change as my arousal perfumed the room, stupid bond.
“Easily mine,” Ace taunts, shoving his finger inside me from behind, and I press against him, losing all track of my thoughts.
“Ah fuck, dinner’s served then,” I growl, gripping Tyson’s shoulders and shoving him to his knees. Tyson chuckles, hoisting my leg over his shoulder, and I lean back against Ace, whose lips go to my neck. I smile to myself. This is life. There is no place I would rather be than pressed between My Two Alphas.
The end