Thalia
Epilogue
It has been a year since our baby son, Tim, was born, and Regan and I are living with his pack in the magical realm. Ava couldn’t stand us being happy, so she left the pack, which might be for the better. I would never trust Regan’s ex-mate around our babies, and yes, I said babies in plural because I’m pregnant again—Regan doesn’t know yet!
The sound of Tim cooing in his crib brings a smile to my face. Could I be any luckier? My family is truly perfect.
I turn to Regan, who is busy cooking dinner for us. He looks so handsome now that he is growing out his black hair like a dark elf from an erotic romance book. Only this elf has lots and lots of muscles and tattoos. He is such a snack, and I swoon a little before stepping forward.
“Regan?”
My mate looks at me, smiling
