Her Mates

Epilogue

Maeve's POV

The world had never felt more right.

The wind carried the scent of the forest as I stood on the balcony of the packhouse, looking over the land that was now mine to protect. The moon hung high, casting a silver glow over the clearing where our people laughed and danced in celebration.

My people. My pack. My family.

The weight of the Luna title had settled on my shoulders, but instead of crushing me, it strengthened me. I wasn't alone in carrying it. My mates stood beside me, unwavering in their love and devotion.

Hunter was near the fire, drinking and laughing with pack warriors. Emilia and Juri stood close together, speaking in low voices, their bond deep and unshakable. And then there was Zac—his sharp eyes scanning the crowd, always the protector.

I sighed, leaning against the railing, only for a pair of strong arms to wrap around my waist.

"You're thinking too much," Dorian murmured against my ear, his breath warm on my skin.

I smiled, relaxing into his touch. "Just... taking it all in."

His lips brushed my temple, and for the first time in a long time, I felt truly at peace.

Emilia's POV

The music thrummed in my chest as I watched my pack celebrate. It was strange, in a way, how different life had become.

For so long, I had feared love—feared losing it, feared it being ripped from me again. But here, in this moment, I felt nothing but warmth.

Mae caught my gaze from across the clearing, her eyes filled with something unspoken, something deep. I smiled at her, and when she smiled back, it felt like home.

A hand brushed against mine, and I turned to find Zac watching me with quiet intensity.

"You're thinking too much," he teased, his words an echo of what Dorian had told Maeve.

I smirked. "So are you."

He hummed in agreement, then lifted my hand, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles. "Tonight isn't for thinking. It's for living."

And for once, I let myself believe it.

Hunter's POV

I had never been more proud.

Watching Maeve step into her role as Luna had filled me with emotions I couldn't quite name. It wasn't just pride—it was something deeper.

Relief. Love.

I had spent so many years blaming myself for not protecting my sister, for not doing more. But seeing her now—strong, radiant, surrounded by love—I knew she didn't need protecting anymore. She had found her own strength.

Juri clapped a hand on my shoulder, breaking me from my thoughts. "You did good, kid."

I huffed. "She did good."

He nodded. "Yeah. She did."

And for the first time in a long time, I let myself breathe.

Juri's POV

The past had a funny way of sneaking up on you.

I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching my niece and nephew dance with their mates. The sight filled me with something bittersweet.

My sister should have been here to see this.

But maybe, in some way, she was.

Claire and Benji caught my gaze, their joy contagious. My family had been through so much, and yet we had survived. Thrived.

I exhaled, letting the night's energy settle in my bones.

The future was uncertain, but for now, this was enough.

Zac's POV

The celebration was winding down, but I wasn't ready to leave.

I stood on the outskirts, watching my mates, my pack, my home.

Emilia leaned against me, her warmth grounding me. Hunter  and Juri were deep in conversation, and Maeve—gods, our Luna—was radiant in the firelight. The flickering glow danced across her skin, making her look like something out of legend, something untouchable. But she wasn't untouchable. She was ours.

I had spent so much of my life on the outside, never quite belonging anywhere. Even after I'd found my mates, a small part of me still feared that one day, they'd realize I wasn't enough—that I didn't fit as seamlessly as the rest of them did.

But then Maeve turned, catching my gaze through the crowd, and my chest tightened.

She walked toward me, her steps slow, deliberate, as if she could sense the weight of my thoughts. Without a word, she reached for my hand, lacing our fingers together.

"You're quiet," she murmured, her thumb brushing against my knuckles.

I huffed a soft laugh. "So are you."

Maeve tilted her head, studying me in that way she always did—like she could see right through me, past the walls I barely even realized I still had.

"You belong here," she whispered, her voice steady, certain.

Something in me cracked open.

Before I could respond, she reached up, pressing a soft kiss to my jaw. It wasn't rushed, wasn't demanding—just a simple, quiet reminder. A promise.

And in that moment, standing in the firelight with my mates surrounding me, I finally let myself believe it.

I was home.

Dorian's POV

The night air was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the celebration still burning around us. The pack was alive with energy, laughter and music weaving through the trees. But my focus was on one person.

Maeve.

Our Luna. Our mate.

She stood near the fire, the golden light illuminating the curves of her face, the strength in her eyes. She was talking to Juri and Emilia, her hands moving as she spoke, her expression shifting between amusement and something softer, something more vulnerable.

I had never expected this.

Not the bond. Not the pull. Not the way she had shattered through every carefully placed wall I'd built around myself.

The others always fit more naturally together, falling into place like they had always been waiting for each other. But Maeve and I... we had been different.

She had resisted. I had pushed.

But gods, I had fallen.

I had fallen so hard that sometimes it scared me. The depth of it. The way she held my entire being in the palm of her hand, and she didn't even realize it.

A hand landed on my shoulder. Hunter. His grip was firm, grounding. "You're staring," he murmured, smirking slightly.

I huffed a breath, shaking my head. "She's something else."

He followed my gaze, his expression softening. "Yeah. She is."

As if sensing us, Maeve turned. Our eyes met across the distance, and everything else faded away.

She moved toward me, steps unhurried, like she knew I'd wait for her forever. When she reached me, she didn't say anything—just slipped her fingers into mine, threading them together.

And just like that, the last of my walls crumbled.

I lifted our joined hands, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "You're mine," I murmured, voice low enough for only her to hear.

A slow smile curved her lips. "Yours," she whispered back, then tugged me closer, into the firelight, into the warmth of our pack, into the home I had never thought I'd have.

But I had one now.

And I wasn't letting go.