His Innocent Mate (Unforgiven Country 1)

* * *Nine months laterIn the end, Wyatt might have tried a little too hard.

Then again, neither of us complained when I gave birth to three strong male cubs. Hopefully next time we’ll have girls. You know, just to make it fair.Epilogue TwoWyattThree years laterI can’t help but smile as the boys run around, their roughhousing is no doubt stressing Kendra out. But it is the way of our kind, the males of a pack so rowdy that the mothers are often patching up scrapes and bruises on a daily basis.

“Lincoln, Fin, Quintin,” Kendra yells from the front door. “Dinner’s ready.” I hear Kendra push against my consciousness. “Wyatt, wrangle those boys up and come inside.” The sweetness of her voice in my head has me growling low in possessiveness.

I watch as the triplets tackle each other to the ground in an attempt to go to the cabin. I groan, wanting her even after all these years, needing her like we were teenagers. I can’t control myself where she’s concerned.

“Come on, boys,” I shout and they stop fighting, all three running into the cabin, and I know Kendra is going to flip out over the mud they’re tracking in.

I take the steps onto the porch, see Kendra grinning and shaking her head as she stares at the boys. I have her in my arms a second later, my nose buried in her neck, her sweet scent filling my head. I can also smell the delicate scent of our child growing inside of her.

Although I didn’t mind waiting to find out the sex of the baby, Kendra was desperate to see if it was a girl. So, she dragged me along to one of those 3D ultrasound places outside of the city. And although I knew she would have been happy with whatever fate decided to bless us with, we found out it was a little girl.

I already feel my protective instinct rise up, knowing that I’ll have to kill any male who comes close to her, sniffing around to date my little girl.

Kendra laughs, reading my thoughts easily. “We have our work cut out for us when our little girl comes.”

I place my hand protectively on her belly, the roundness growing each day. She only has a few more months and then we’ll meet our little princess. That’s when I’ll become even more of a growly bastard.

But I can’t wait. My love for Kendra and our children is so powerful that there isn’t anything in this world that can change it. There isn’t anything that can take them away.

They are mine, and I’ll protect them until my last breath.

The EndBonus EpilogueKendraI look down at little Rose, her head full of blonde hair, looking like baby feathers. I lift my hand and run my fingers through the soft strands, listening to her softly suckle as she nurses. I can hear the triplets out back, rowdy as usual, and with each day that passes, they become even more rambunctious. But then again, they are wolf shifters.

The sound of Wyatt chopping wood echoes off the trees, but it doesn’t even phase Rose. She’s happily content nursing, dozing off and making me have a perpetual smile on my face.

When she’s done nursing, I stand, kiss her tiny little forehead, and walk over to the crib. I hear Wyatt come in, the heavy fall of this footsteps resonating on the hardwood floor. I stand by the crib he’d made right before she was born, the craftsmanship personal and intricate.

I stare down at little Rose, looking so peaceful as she sleeps. The boys know better than to come barreling into the house when she’s napping, but truthfully, they stay outside most of the time anyway. It helps to get their energy out, and they like to practice shifting.

I feel Wyatt’s hands wrap around my waist as he pulls me back against him. I rest my head on his shoulder.

“She’s perfect,” he says softly against my ear and I smile again.

“She really is.”

We leave the bedroom and I shut the door softly, turning on the baby monitor and making my way outside onto the porch. I can see the boys playing on the swing set and attached slides Wyatt put together for them. I lift up the baby monitor so they know to try and be a little quiet, and then sit down on the rocking chair.

A moment later, Wyatt comes out with a glass of cold lemonade, and hands it to me. He sits in the chair beside me and reaches out for my hand. I curl my fingers against his and together we just sit there, watching our boys, and hearing the soft baby snore of Rose come through the monitor.

We don’t talk, preferring silence because it’s truly perfect. This feeling of complete happiness movies through me. The laughter of our children, the knowledge that they are safe, protected, and cared for, settles deep within me.