Yes, Your Highness (18+)

BONUS CHAPTER

It has been four long years since my life took a turn for the extraordinary. I have never felt disappointment in the choices that have shaped my existence. Each day, I find joy in the company of the men I chose to stand beside, those I believe will be the fathers of my children, guiding them into a future filled with possibility.

Sebastian and Chloe, my six-year-old cherubs, embody a peculiar trait—though their outward appearances reflect their youth, I know they possess a wisdom far beyond their years. Their lineage, intertwined with the blood of deities, means they carry an essence that surpasses mere mortal understanding. Time flows differently for them, hinting at a depth to their existence that I have yet to fully comprehend.

My journey began in the mortal realm, where my biological parents found me, living a life I deemed more fitting than the existence I had known before. I had retained my stubbornness and fierce attitude, traits that often led me to clash with those around me. Meeting my birth mother, Nyx, was a pivotal moment I had longed for, a reunion steeped in relief and complexity. The memories of my true self had been shrouded, intentionally hidden to protect me from the wrath of Zeus. When she and my father explained their choices, I remained silent, battling the tumult of emotions swirling within me.

Was my anger toward them justified? Absolutely. Anyone in my position would feel the sting of betrayal. Yet, over time, I found the strength to forgive them. It took a year of reflection, but their efforts to make amends eventually eased the ache of abandonment. 

Now, as I sit nestled between Chase and Riley, a sense of comfort envelops me. Chase reclines behind me, his warmth a steady presence, while Riley, on my opposite side, wraps an arm around me, holding me close. His protective demeanor is understandable, particularly after the turmoil we had all endured together.

Hedrick, the alpha who once ruled our village with an iron fist, finally received his comeuppance, banished from the only home he had known. I wonder about the current ruler; perhaps it is Riley's stepbrother, Liam. They once shared a camaraderie that blossomed amid childhood innocence, but betrayal transformed that bond into enmity, leaving scars on both their hearts.

Chase's hands find my hips, drawing me back against him, a possessive gesture that stirs a playful irritation in Ro, who observes from the sidelines. 

"Don't even think about it, Stone," Ro warns, his voice laced with annoyance.

Chase smirks, the corners of his lips curling in mischief. "I can think whatever I want, wolf. You can't do shit," he retorts, provoking an eye roll from me, a gesture laden with mock exasperation.

I pull Riley closer, leaning back against Chase's warm chest, seeking comfort in this chaotic mix of emotions. "You two, I swear, fight like teenagers over a pretty girl. Why don't you both get off your asses, find a room, and sort this out?" My voice drips with sarcasm, and I can't help but relish the tension.

Riley's face flushed a deep crimson, embarrassment radiating off him like heat from a summer day, a comedic counterpoint to the gravity of our situation.

"Hey, I don't swing that way, okay?" Riley questioned me, his voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity, and I shot him a playful wink. "Then shut your ass up and enjoy what we have together," I retorted, prompting a quiet burst of laughter from Chase. "You were asking for it," he chimed in, a teasing smirk plastered on his face, while Riley's wolf stirred within, rolling his eyes in response.

"Yeah, maybe I was asking," Riley conceded, the air thickening with tension. But, just to make it clear, he added, "But hey, I am not gay, I don't swing that way." With a swift movement, I pulled away from Chase and playfully shoved Riley further onto the sheets, toying with the boundaries of our playful banter.