Own Her (The Warriors of Hades 3)

She could have cried at how fast her children were growing, at how much she was watching their lives take shape, and how they were coming into their skins and becoming little warriors. Their lighter red flesh and dark hair was all from their fathers, but they had her green eyes—all three of her sons did.

Savastian flew back toward her, and before she knew what he was doing, he had her in his arms. She wrapped hers around his neck and her legs around his waist. He dropped low, letting gravity take them down, plummeting and having this freefall sensation fill her.

Mekenna squealed as the sensation that she would fall to the ground surrounded her. Savastian chuckled deeply by her ear, and then he was flying back to the top of the mountain. Her smile covered her face, and she looked at her men and children as they flew together.

Viktor and Fillip kept a hold on her two youngest as they tried and tried to stay in the air. The love she felt for these males and the children they had given her was enough to have emotion clogging her throat.

Savastian set her back on the top of the ledge, smiled widely, and flashed his straight, white teeth in amusement. She stayed there for the remainder of the day, watching her children and her males laugh and fly through the air like little acrobats.

Who would have thought a servant born of a servant could be where she was—loved, a mother, and looking forward to a future?

This was her home, her life, and she wouldn’t change it for anything.