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He embraced her back. His face crumpling like he was on the verge of tears. He didn’t look like he hated it at all. He looked like he was stunned but not unwilling.

Trove had never been given a mother’s hug before. And he clung to it as tightly as Chee had to her own father.

Chee’s hand dropped as she relaxed. He was okay. Devasted, probably, but okay.

A hand on her shoulder made her turn back to her father as he smiled at her.

“He seems interesting,” he said simply.

Chee chuckled as Trove stepped back, looking at his own body like he expected something about it to be changed after that hug.

“I think you’ll like him. Oh, but he wants to fight you. By the way.” She looked back at her dad who appeared confused. And she laughed. “Probably later. Don’t worry about it.”

Trove looked at her. Still confused and struck. She gave him a smile as she reached for him. He went willingly. Putting his arms around her. Holding her next as Chee’s dad put his own arm around her mom’s shoulders. All the while Justice jumped and licked and barked.

And finally, Chee’s family was complete.

Epilogue – 10 years later…

Trove

“Look at you,” Trove growled in approval, staring at his mate’s back which was revealed by the high necked but backless dress she wore. The deep, almost black, green made her skin glow, while the simple, golden band jewelry at her wrists and around her arms made the gold in her bright red hair sparkle. She was an absolute vision.

Those hips just begged for him to take a bite. As she promised him once, they did indeed widen after childbirth. But what she hadn’t mentioned was that her ass would also grow, as did her breasts. She was softer, rounder, more beautiful now than ever. He was eager to breed her again, just to see if her perfection was compounded again.

He was wearing a suit that largely matched her knee length dress. The suit had a cape, the underside which shined with sharp, golden lines. The two of them were quite a pair. He hadn’t wanted Hyde to pick their clothing since he found so much joy in dressing his mate, but he could admit that he’d never be able to afford these clothes. And he was glad to see his mate so fabulously adorned.

Chee, who was fluffing her curls, gave him a smile in the mirror. She had found a hair care routine that allowed her waves to tighten into proper curls, and to do so without turning into a big, frizzy mass. He loved that mass, it was so poofy and cute, but he also loved this clean, elegant look with her curls held back from her face in a puffball with a golden band.

So pretty.

“Look at you,” she returned happily, focusing back on herself. “I’m going to have to beat the other ladies off you with a stick.”

“Let me watch,” he purred. He loved witnessing his mate get possessive over him. He would never disrespect her by encouraging the attention of other females, but when it came his way naturally, he felt no shame in letting Chee deal with it.

But he thought she underestimated her own appeal. The males that tracked her with their eyes. He didn’t let her see the threats he sent their way. Not because he didn’t want her to see his own possessiveness, but because he didn’t want her to become self-conscious over her appearance again.

She was comfortable in her skin now. She wore her clothing confidently. He knew that the years he spent adoring her appearance helped, but he couldn’t discount the work she’d put into breaking past her own mental barriers.

And the result was her comfort in that tight dress, back fully bared, with her hips and ass on display. He loved it. He loved her.

“Are you sure we have to go?” He asked, walking her way. Imagining how pretty that skirt would look hiked up around her hips, that thick, round ass pointing his way as she bent over for his hardening-

“Yes,” she said firmly, turning and putting a hand to his chest, stopping him. “We are going. This is a huge moment for Alred. We’re going to enjoy it with him.”

He made a face. Not because he didn’t want to celebrate his brother, but he wanted to fuck his mate more. And he was sure Alred would understand that completely.

Before he could argue his case, however, from outside the open door, a loud, high-pitched laugh made them both turn.

Trove felt his face melt into a smile.

That sound…

It was like pure joy in audio form. It was unmatched by anything in existence. Except maybe his mate’s laughter – or the sound of her pleasure.

His daughter was laughing.

Chee smiled at him as she walked past, golden shoes clicking on the floor as she stepped out of their room.