Sniffer meets us outside as we exit the office. He looks confused by the happy grin covering Masen’s face. I’m sure mine still reads shocked. Twins? I still can’t believe it.

As Masen pushes me in the wheelchair, I tell him it wasn't necessary, he smacks a large hand onto Sniffer’s back, causing him to stumble forward. “Twins!” He beams.

Sniffer’s eyes dart to mine. “No shit, twins?”

I nod my head slowly. “Twins.”

When we finally get into bed, my mind replays the events of the evening, focusing on her vicious words. No longer able to keep it to myself, I say, “She did all this.” I clear my throat as my voice cracks.

“I know. I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you about her. I should have never left you alone.” He’s trying to take the blame for everything again.

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, she did all of this. She killed my parents, trying to kill me, and when that didn’t work, she wanted me with humans. She wanted me violated by humans so you wouldn’t want me,” I say angrily, almost yelling at him. “She kept us apart all those years. She’s also the one who was feeding William information.”

Masen looks like he wants to throw up. “I didn’t know. I’m so sorry,” he pleads regrettably.

“I was so scared I couldn’t even get mad. I want to kill her again. I want to make her suffer,” I cry.

“Shh, she’s gone. It’s over,” he coos, wrapping his body behind me holding me up. I calm instantly. The fire burns through me quickly, leaving exhaustion in its wake. The sorrow I feel for the loss of my parents is tempered by the joy I feel knowing my babies will be okay. I fall asleep with Masen holding me as I dream of a blue-eyed little boy holding the hand of a dark-haired little girl.

CHAPTER 33

Today, I watch as the Alpha of the Northern Territories calls a Pack meeting and exiles an entire family. Today, I watch as the Alpha throws the dead, limp body of the woman who tried to ruin us at her mother and sister’s feet. Today, I watch as Masen gleefully tells his mother and father that their first grandchildren will be born in early April. Today, I watch as my Mate stands in front of his Pack and celebrates our union.

Masen stands in front of his entire Pack with his face so happy and calm he doesn’t look like the same man that stood in the same spot this morning making decrees. His white blue eyes are clear and soft as he talks with his brother and Sam. The white, button-up shirt he wears is closely fitted to his well-defined body. The sleeves are rolled up his forearms, and the platinum band around his finger twinkles as it catches the light when he pushes his black hair back from his stunning face. His well-worn dark jeans fit over his thick thighs but aren’t tight. The black boots he wears now, will come off soon when we walk into the woods.