Epilogue

Blake squeezed Sophia’s hand under the table. They sat in the dining room, sharing dinner with all the Saviors and their mates. As always, the laughter was plentiful and the conversation flowed loudly.

It had been a month since Sophia and he had first made love. Things were going well for them, and in time, he could see them both being ready for a mating ceremony. He was happy with Sophia, but he really felt he needed to work on himself a bit more before making a mating pledge to her.

“Are you okay?” Sophia whispered.

Blake shrugged. “I’m fine, sugar pants.”

Sophia rolled her eyes at his nickname for her. He didn’t know where it came from, but he liked the way it sounded.

“Noah and I have an announcement to make,” Abby said as she stood holding Neptune, her large black cat. He howled, squirmed away, and stalked out of the room, angry that his nap on her lap had been disturbed.

“Please don’t tell us you’re getting another cat,” Rayner said.

“Or a puppy,” Jovan chimed in.

“I want a puppy!” Killian yelled.

“Me too!” Megan said.

“Oh, great,” Hudson mumbled. “Nice one, Jovan.”

Abby laughed. “No, there won’t be any more cats or dogs, but there will be another baby in the house.”

Noah reached up and took her hand, smiling.

The table went quiet. The last time the baby conversation came up, Noah had said he would never under any circumstances bring a child into this world. Blake had given up on the idea that they would ever fully eradicate the Colonists, especially their evil offspring. They needed to continue the fight, but they also needed to live and love and grab the happiness that the day offered them. Apparently, something had changed Noah’s view because he looked pretty damn happy with the news.

“I’m going to be a gopada!” Hudson exclaimed.

Everyone cheered, the chatter loud as the women all wanted to know when Abby found out, and if they’d considered any names.

Blake listened as Abby told everyone she was three months along and she just wanted a healthy child.

Sitting back in his chair, he glanced over at Sophia, who chatted with the rest of the women. He’d lit the fires of hell himself and walked through them. As he looked around the table, he realized that he was right where he belonged. Everything felt right in his life. He squeezed Sophia’s hand.

Maybe in time they would talk about having children. He glanced at Megan, and she smiled at him and got off her chair. She came over and crawled in his lap, letting out a little sigh of contentment as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Yes, everything in his life was right, and it truly looked as though there would be a next generation of the Six Saviors.