Claimed By My Three Alphas
Epilogue 1

Amery

Its quiet

Not because of a lack of people, no. The setting was flooded with guests. People who've come to pay their respects.

It's sweltering hot, the afternoon sun reflecting off the wooden casket, practically blinding my eyes.

That's not why they're sore though.

Richard Alphonse Hunter.

Loving husband, Father and Friend.

The tombstone wasn't even a day old. The priest calls off the last prayer. My mother sniffles beside me.

My heart clenches, as I stare at her.

None of this has been easy on her.

She was in a frozen state of shock for two days after the whole incident with Casper, and that's not even an exaggeration. Its not easy finding out that the daughter you raised practically all her life was a supernatural entity that could turn into an animal. Or that she had a bounty on her head.

Or that your husband was dead.

Too many things, she had to deal with way too many things all at once. And she's doing better, a lot better. But she's still pretty shaken from all of it.

And now it's time to grieve. Mom, me... Emelda.

She's standing off to the side, I told her not to, but she insisted. Something about giving us privacy. I invited her to the funeral, cause to me, even though there's only one body in the coffin, I'm burying two people. Both Dads.

That was hard on Emelda too. She broke down completely when I told her that her husband had been dead all this while.

She never got to say goodbye.

I knew what that felt like.

They met, both my Moms. It was... emotional, to say the least. I didn't expect the instant connection that sprouted between the both of them. Maybe it was due to the recent loss of their loved ones, but mom was grateful, to the woman who had given her a child. And Emelda, to the, woman who had taken care of hers.

They came to a silent sort of understanding I guess.

I'm grateful for it.

The casket is being lowered into the ground now, people move closer to catch a better view. I'just stand where I am, watching from this distance.

"Amery." The voice is shallow, unsure, coming from behind

me.

Squinting against the sunlight, I turn to see.

Natasha.

She's wringing her hards in front of her, picking at the silk of her black dress, "I... I came to... uh, I wanted to..."

just stare at her, waiting patiently for a properly articulated sentence.

Her shoulders sag, eyes dropping to the grass, "I wanted to offer my condolences," she says,

"I'm so sorry about your

loss, Amery."

I just stare at her. And then I notice someone standing behind her, far off, away from the gathering. Two others flanking his side. Asher.

Quincy.

Levi.

My boys.

"Suddenly everything else disappears from my line of sight.

Natasha's still talking, saying words I don't pay attention to, words I couldn't care less about.

They're here. They were so busy with the succession that I thought they wouldn't be able to make it.

"Thank you," I say absently, pushing past Natasha and I heading down the clearing to where they stand. Wearing Tuxedos. My mouth practically waters.

"You guys made it," I say once I'm within hearing range.

"Of course we made it," Quincy says.

"Sorry we're late," Levi responds.

Asher pulls me in for a hug, pulling back and cupping my cheek, "You good, Princess?"

I offer a nod. His hand drifts to the back of my neck, trailing up my nape and into my hair. My eyes slide shut. This... feels good.

"You're drooling." Quincy laughs.

I peel my eyes open, shooting him a playful glare, "No, I'm not."

He smiles at me, but it thins a second later, "You sure you're okay?"

"I am," I tell him, shooting each of them reassuring glances,

"I am, I promise. Besides, I have you guys, Why on earth would I ever be sad?"

"Cause Asher's a moron and you're stuck with him for the rest of your life. Come on, you can say it."

Asher mock lunges at Quincy, making him jump back with a laugh.

Forever.

"There's nothing more I could ask for." I smile, "Forever sounds nice doesn't it?"

Levi pulls me to him, leaning down to press a kiss on the apple of my cheek. I flush.

Asher's eyes narrow, but I see the playful glint in his emerald eyes, "You never blush that hard when I kiss you."

"Well that's cause your breath always smells like fish,"

Quincy says.

I throw my head back with a laugh.

"Ha-ha." Asher deadpans.

"I try."

"Won't be so funny when I gut you like one."

"You don't even know how to use a knife," Quincy says., They're back to bickering like little kids, but it's all banter.

There's no animosity in it. Hell, 've grown to love sitting on the sidelines and watching it all play out. It's the type of entertainment to last me a lifetime. A lifetime.

With them.

After everything we've been through to get here, I've got to say, it sounds about right.