I was more than happy to find my mates, and being with them was a feeling I couldn't describe.
It was the closest I have been to heaven.
No, actually they have taken me to heaven before too.
I smiled at them as we enjoyed the peace in their warm embrace.
I barely had time to process what had just happened. Alpha Rambo lay dead, the terrifying force that had almost claimed my life extinguished by the twins. My entire body ached, but it was over. We’d won.
“I’m taking her,” Nathan declared, standing up, his arms already outstretched to lift me. His eyes burned with intensity, but before he could reach me, Tristan smoothly stepped in front of him, blocking his path with a smirk.
“Nice try, little brother,” Tristan teased. “But I’ve got this.”
Nathan scowled, his jaw tightening. “You always think you’ve got this! I’m carrying her back.”
I blinked between them, my exhaustion briefly overshadowed by their ridiculous competition. “Uh, guys?” I croaked. “I can walk, I am not that weak.”
I lied.
They ignored me.
“No way,” Tristan said, gently scooping me up in his arms before Nathan could make a move. “You’ve been through enough. You deserve the best.”
Nathan groaned, his hands now on his hips. “And you think you are the best?”
“Clearly, she’s still alive because of me,” Tristan grinned, flashing me a playful wink. “I’m the hero here.”
Nathan narrowed his eyes. “You’re delusional, Tristan. Ella, tell him I should carry you.”
I stifled a laugh, caught between their bickering. “Honestly, I’m just happy I’m not lying on the ground anymore.”
Nathan huffed, glancing around before his eyes landed on Claude, who was still lying unconscious from the battle. “Fine, if you’re taking Ella, I guess I’m stuck with him.” With a heavy sigh, Nathan heaved Claude onto his back, muttering under his breath, “This is the hero treatment I get.”
I couldn’t help but snicker, resting my head against Tristan’s chest as he carried me effortlessly. “Aw, poor Nathan. Such a hard life.”
Nathan shot me a mock glare. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, princess.”
Tristan grinned down at me. “See? This is why I get to carry you. I don’t complain.”
Nathan threw his head back dramatically. “Oh, please. You’re going to rub this in my face for weeks!”
“That’s for sure,” Tristan chuckled.
I chuckled, despite the pain, feeling a sense of warmth blossom inside me. As ridiculous as they were, this playful banter was exactly what I needed after everything we’d been through. Their voices, their presence—it made me feel safe. More than safe—it felt like home.
By the time we returned to the Moon Lake pack, I was already feeling more like myself. The medics quickly took Claude and me in, but honestly, I was more focused on how close the twins stayed to my side, like overprotective bodyguards. Not that I was complaining.
On the first day of my recovery, I was propped up in bed, feeling almost normal, when Sara barged into the room, grinning ear to ear, but I was a little surprised to see Ryan with her.
“Ella!” Sara exclaimed.
“What is he doing here?” I asked, quite stupefied.
“We adopted him.” She replied.
“What?” Me and Ryan spoke at the same time.
“I mean we defeated his pack, we became heroes in his life. We rescued him from his cruel father’s clutches. So it’s pretty much like we adopted him.” she said.
I couldn’t help but smile at her stupid explanation.
“We just wanted to congratulate you—”
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