A/N: Words in Bold are spoken in Trigedasleng.
As they lay entangled together, their legs and arms wrapped around each other, basking in the love, warmth and joy they feel after claiming each other, Clarke can only feel the happiness that flows from each of her mates. Her mates. Lexa and Octavia are hers. She still finds it unbelievable that after so much time spent alone in solitary, wondering and waiting to be floated, she could be this happy. She would have never dared to dream that something as wonderful and beautiful as what she feels could ever truly be hers. This makes her giddy with happiness and her mates can feel it. She feels as her alpha tightens her arms around her waist and so Clarke settles her face in the crook of O's neck and inhales her intoxicating scent placing her hand over the alpha's heart.
Lexa has her face buried in the crook of her alpha's neck; her alpha, an alpha solely hers and Clarke's. Only they will ever know of Octavia's love, of her kisses and caresses, of her doting hands, of the way she blushes whenever she's around them, of the whispers O utters every single night before falling asleep. "I love you both so much," she always says. She can feel as Clarke's giddiness flows through her. Again, Lexa finds it unrealistic that after wondering if she would ever be happy again, she found her answer in two wonderful people who fell from the sky onto the ground. Had anyone told her that this was going to happen, she would have laughed in their face. "A dream like that could never be for me," she would've told them and she would've been wrong; completely and utterly wrong and now, well now, the future Luna is totally and irrevocably in love with her mates and in a couple of months, proof of that love will join the world.
As for the Pureblood, well, she's walking, no sprinting on cloud nine. She hears her wolf howling happily and sees Sky shaking her furry, fat ass as she does her little dance. Sky is high on the knowledge that these two omegas, comfortably resting in her arms, belong to her and are only hers. Octavia grins with happiness and joy now that she has claimed her home, her life, her loves. These two wonderful and gorgeous omegas are hers and knowing that inside Lexa, a part of her is growing, only heightens her happiness and so the Pureblood begins to rumble in her chest and her omegas answer with purrs.
They stay entangled for some more minutes until Lexa's stomach makes a loud growl. Her mates begin to chuckle and so she grins.
"You're hungry. What do you want to eat?" Her alpha asked, her hand slowly stroking the omega's back.
"I don't know. What do we have?" Lexa mumbles, burying her face more into O's neck and kissing her claim bite, her hand caressing O's stomach and stops when she hears the alpha's hiss a little. "What is wrong, ai hodnes?" Is Lexa's worried question.
At the sound of her mate's uneasiness, Clarke lifts her head and slightly gets up, placing her elbow on the mattress so she could see better.
"Oh O, your stomach is all black and blue," Clarke remarks as she gets up a little more and places her hand on the alpha's stomach.
"It's okay, my loves. It'll be better by tonight, I promise," O answers, closing her eyes until she remembers that her mate is hungry. "I'll get you something to eat," she adds, untangling from her mates.
Lexa moves to the side to allow Octavia to get up. From her angle, she admires O's muscular form. A few weeks ago, O was lean but now, she's all muscle. As she puts on her boxers and shirt, the muscles in her back, arms and legs flex and so the future Luna's face slowly forms a smile. Clarke isn't one to miss out and so she chuckles before she follows her alpha's lead in putting on her panties and tank top. As for their mate, well they can't blame her for ogling them with hungry eyes.

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