Of course, it makes me sad to think of having a baby without my mother near to help me. I’ve forgiven her for her part in trying to keep Jake and me apart. She really didn’t understood what she was doing when she made Marcus promise to do the Adoption ceremony. She was only trying to shield me from the same pain she herself went through, starting her Heat Cycle so late in life. And she hadn’t trusted Jake.
I only wish she could see him now—a devoted husband and father-to-be. Because yes, we got married in a little Catholic church not long after settling on the island. Jake told me he wanted our son to have a stable foundation and he wanted to tie our lives together legally as well as emotionally and spiritually. I used my biological dad’s surname during the ceremony and nobody suspected a thing. Now my last name is Wulven all over again, but this time, I don’t mind.
There are no other Weres on this tiny island, for which I am grateful. Jake made sure of that before he moved us here, knowing that we would both be infamous in the Were world now—the Royal Couple entwined in an incestuous relationship that is forbidden by all the Laws of the Were people. Jake covered our tracks completely, so that neither Marcus or anyone else could ever find us.
I sometimes wonder if Jake will ever forgive his father the way I have forgiven my mother. Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe Marcus thought he was doing the right thing, but in the end all he did was lose his son and any chance he ever had of seeing his grandchildren. Maybe that’s punishment enough.
I dream of someday seeing my mom again, but for now I am content. Jake and I have a connection deeper than anyone could ever imagine. We are Fated Mates and we strengthen our bond every time we make love. We might never leave this island and that would be fine with me.
Do I regret anything that had happened—any of the trauma we went through together? No, I have to admit I don’t. Jake is my best friend, my lover, and my husband but he couldn’t have been any of those things to me if he hadn’t first been my stepbrother. If it wasn’t for the sinister cult that kidnapped us and the time we spent in the attic together, we might never have found each other.
I don’t think of him as my stepbrother now—I don’t have to. He is my Alpha and I was his Omega—together we are complete and we share a love that will last forever.