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He sighed. “You never shifted. Also never showed any typical markers. But your smell—” He shook his head. “I had a suspicion, years ago. I mentioned it to a pack elder. He said that I was imagining it.”

“And you didn’t tell me.”

“You had just been banished. And you were struggling hard. What could I say? Good luck out there, also you may have the rarest designation that anybody has seen in three generations?”

“He has a point,” Rael offered.

“He does not have a point.” Elle turned back to the table.

“To be fair, all we had were suspicions.”

“Very helpful, Javi.”

“I thought so.”

The pack is not aware yet.” Rael continued. “First omega in three generations. It is not common. It will mean something. But there’s no rush.”

Elle thought of the pack that treated her like she was a problem that needed to either be solved or discarded. “I will be ready. Just give me some time.”

“Of course.”

Silas grabbed her hand. “Alright, we are done for tonight. Elle needs rest.”

“I need some rest too,” Javi yawned loudly and got up, ready to walk out. “In fact, we all do.”

Silas drove Elle to a nearby cottage, which he had mentioned earlier. He placed one hand on the wheel and the other on her hand. The silence in the truck was comfortable—like the type that falls when you’re with someone who knows you better than you know yourself.

When they arrived at the cottage, he carried Elle in, even though she insisted that she could walk.

“You are wounded and pregnant. You must be delusional if you think I’m not going to hover over you.”

“I am not an invalid,” she shot back, unable to hide her smile. She loved being carried. She loved the feeling of being taken care of so well.

Silas calmly carried her to the bedroom, helped her undress, and get her into comfortable clothing. Then he got into bed with her and pulled her to his chest.

“We did well tonight,” Elle mumbled sleepily. “We saved those women.”

“We did,” Silas agreed. “And we’ll save more. We shall continue the battle against this trafficking operation until we have ruined it.”

“But the people who are actually running it still remain out there.”

“They are. But we’re getting closer. Every auction we destroy, every victim we rescue.

We tank their resources and anonymity.” Silas planted a kiss on her forehead. “We’ll find them eventually. And when we do, we will put an end to this forever.”

Elle believed him. She trusted in him, herself and what they were building. They had grown so much together, from the way they used to be—enemies to mates, broken to healing, lost to found and they still had so far to go.

But lying there in Silas’s arm, with their child growing inside of her and their bond stronger than ever, Elle experienced something she had not experienced in years—hope. Hope for a better tomorrow that doesn’t mean just survival, but actually living. Hope for a family filled with love and meaning.

“I am glad it is you,” Elle whispered, already drifting into sleep. “I am glad it is you I am doing this with.”

“Same. There’s no one else I’d rather have,” Silas said, his voice warm and full of love. “You, me and our baby against the world.”

“Against the world,” Elle agreed.

Then, she finally fell asleep smiling, dreaming of a future where the nightmares were finally over and the happy endings were just beginning.

Epilogue - Silas