“I’m really glad you found me,” she murmured, and turned her head to look at him. “That you didn’t give up. Didn’t give up on us and on me.”
He smiled at her and leaned forward, rubbing his nose against her temple. If he was in his wolf form, he would be nuzzling her. She relaxed into it, into his touch.
“Of all the things in life that are uncertain, my love for you was never one of them.” His lips were still at her temple, and she smiled as she pressed against him again, her eyes closing. “I always knew we would end up here. Always knew we would return.”
He had faith when she couldn’t. He was right, when he had said this was her journey, and he was simply following her lead. It had all led them back to home. Back to where they belonged. And along the way, they had figured things out.Shehad figured things out. Even the impossible had become possible once more.
And all because he insisted theyReturn to Garoureve.
Epilogue
VioletmoanedintoHenrik’smouth as his hand tangled in her hair, keeping her anchored to him. He was so fucking hot, unbelievably hot, the more they kissed and touched and fucked. It was like, now that they knew what was possible, and what they could do to one another, they couldn’t stop themselves. They were constant, unable to keep their hands away, unable to even breathe half the time.
She was so desperately in love with this wolf, in love with this man. She had always loved him, always known she would love him, but to now have him at her fingertips, to be able to fulfill all of her filthy desires, to have him underneath her and over her—
“Oh my God, they’re literally worse than Scarlett and Mardoc!”
Violet forced herself to pull away from Henrik’s lips, even though it pained her to do so. She loved being connected to him and lost in his embrace, but they were currently enjoying a drink at the bar with the other couples, so she should probably stop trying to fuck him on the barstool he was sitting on...
She was sitting on it as well, technically, but more like she was sitting on him.
It worked.
“I have been desperate to kiss this wolf for more than two decades, so you’re going to have to forgive us if I can’t keep my hands off of him,” Violet said as she shot a glare at Ariana. “And besides, we all know Colburn is going to have you screaming ten minutes after we leave.”
Ariana grumbled into her drink but still winked back at her, confirming everyone’s... was it a suspicion if they all knew it to be true?
“Hey, why not worse than me and Tristan?” Gina asked as she set down her drink. “I mean, we’re—”
“Too in love, sappily so, to be in the competition for hottest couple,” Scarlett said, cutting the other woman off. “He looks at you like you hung the moon.”
“They all do. It’s called soulmates, Scarlett. They look at us like we hung the moon!”
“And you have doe eyes looking back!”
Violet let out a sigh as she leaned over the bar, looking towards Ariana and past Gina and Scarlett. “Are they always bickering like this?”
“Not at all, but I heard something about Gina and Tristan and a pole in the garage, and honestly... I think Gina and Tristan are kinkier. Scarlett and Mardoc are just exhibitionists.”
“We are not exhibitionists!” Scarlett insisted, although the red in her cheeks suggested otherwise. “I just... I can’t—”
“Pretty sure the two of you were goin’ at it on the prep table when I walked in this mornin’,” Colburn commented as he walked out from behind the bar, carrying another case of beer. “And he knew I was comin’ over, so—”
“I hate wolf senses so much,” Scarlett muttered while picking up her drink.
Mardoc walked up behind his mate and wrapped his arm around her, tugging her back against him. Scarlett let out a littleoofthen hummed, causing Violet and the rest of the girls to laugh.
“You love my wolf senses, particularly—” Violet couldn’t hear the rest of whatever Mardoc was saying, but given the look on Scarlett’s face, and the snort Henrik gave, it must have been particularly filthy.
“I think it’s safe to say that we are all very much in love,” Ariana said as she raised her glass of water. “And, I’m ready for Violet to try her next drink. Who’s offer is next? No, Tristan, she won’t try the cheap beer.”
“I didn’t say anythin’,” Tristan grumbled as he approached on Mardoc’s other side, and heading straight towards his mate. “And there was nothin’ wrong with the beer I drank. Didn’t hurt the next mornin’. Never had a hangover.”
“Wolves can’t get hangovers,” Colburn said as he looked up from the box he was unpacking. “I’m pretty sure we don’t even get all that drunk.”
“Well that sucks, because that’s what I was plannin’ to do,” came a voice from the doorway.
Violet turned on Henrik’s lap to see Rodolphe enter the bar, looking a little glum. He had looked that way ever since his return a few days earlier, and she could only guess why. He had been avoiding her, which was unsurprising. Cole had had to track Roddy down and drag him back into town to keep him from chasing Sam. Somehow, Flora had dragged the truth out of Roddy about where he had been and for how long, so she told Ansa, who told Henrik, who told her, and now—