EPILOGUE

The weather was different today.

The winter had finally let go of its tight hold on the sky and a little bit of sunshine touched Taylor's back as she planted yet another flower seed in the little garden at the back of their newly built mansion in the Royal Pack House.

It has been a year since the end of the Civil war that nearly decimated all wolves, and were loyalties were tested and many people were killed or tortured for the desires of one man. Jethro was not given a wolf burial, he was burnt and his ashes were abandoned in the open, vultures picking at his bones.

When he died, his hold on the minds of many loosened and they were punished by the pack; nothing severe, just that they were the ones responsible for rebuilding the packs that they had destroyed.

But there were people who took part of the destruction willingly without any cohesion from their Master and these were killed.

A purge that Taylor handled by herself with the instructions of the moon goddess.

The former King resigned by himself and now focuses on traveling the lands with his mate. She couldn't beat children after the attack so they spent their lives seeking thrills and other means of happiness.

“Hey Baby” Taylor turned around to the voice of her mate and her King. He was finely dressed in a black tracksuit, his crown on his head.

The sight of him sent a pang of need down her body as always.

Since they got the Royal powers bestowed on them, their bond healed; but the consequence was that they always wanted to be inside of each other.

“You look very edible” she told him causing him to laugh as he grabbed her, brushing his fingers through her now shorter hair.

This sent waves of pleasure down her body.

“Well then, you better eat me now before I get cold” he replied, layering kisses all over her neck and face.

“I need to tell you something, but you must promise me you won't react” Taylor said to him.

“Common baby, you know me. Cool, calm and collected. Nothing like overreacting here” he said, giving her a wink that almost made her forget what she was talking about.

“Hmm. Keep doing that, yea” she whispered as he put one finger on her nipple, rubbing it softly “I'm pregnant” she said quickly, before her brains turn to mush from his ministrations.

But everything stopped and she couldn't help the little whine that came out of her throat.

“Say that again” he demanded.

“Say what? Why did you stop?” She whispered, drawing him closer than before.

“You said you are pregnant.” He said, grabbing her face so she could focus on something other than his toned chest.

“Yes baby. Can we get back to what you were doing before?” She said in a demanding tone but he was gone before she could finish.

One could see the excitement rolling off him as he howled in happiness, leaving Taylor very, very, horny.

Dante ran to the pack house and couldn't stop himself from announcing it to everyone.

“She's pregnant! My mate is pregnant! We are going to have a baby!!” He screamed and the pack went wild with excitement.

The wolf world had been expecting a Royal Baby from the previous Kings and expected it faster from Taylor but for a year since the end of the Civil war, there was no sign of a baby and not for lack of trying.

There was no struggle settling in as King and Queen as everyone loved Taylor and it helped that they were all happy she saved the entire species from Jethro's plans.

So when they heard the news, an impromptu party started in earnest.

Taylor's pack of Healed Ferals of the Blood Stone Pack and Dante's Night Howler's Pack members has been incorporated into the Royal Pack, their territories dedicated to wolves whose mates had passed on.

There was so much happiness that everyone was drunk in less than two hours.

Taylor finally got the attention of her mate as he had been gallivanting from one place to another in excitement.

She walked into the throne and caught his eyes before walking away; he followed.

She walked back into their room, greeting her staff and dropping instructions as she went. Dante could only watch in admiration and joy.

“The moon goddess really loves us Black, I mean look at her; she's perfect”

*And you've been ignoring her for the past two hours. I'm checking out on this one, whatever you see, take it because I heard from Celia that you are in big trouble” Black responded before turning off their link making Dante gulp in air.

An angry Taylor was not one he was happy to deal with. It brought out a darker side of her that made him want to do anything to make her happy. The good side of it was the angry sex that came with it.

“Baby, slow down. We don't want to hurt the baby” he called out when she began running up the flies angrily. She ignored him so he had no option than to double and grabbed her from behind.

She was fuming.

“Sweetie what is wrong?” He asked in concern

*You don't know? You want to look me in the face and say you don't know why I'm angry?” She asked, her voice going higher the more she asked.

This forced him to pause and rethink all his actions for the day and then he remembered.

“Oh goodness! I'm so sorry! I was so excited I totally forgot I had gotten you in the mood. I'm sorry my Queen, forgive me?” He begged, giving her his famous but irresistible puppy eyes.

This version of him was only seen by her; everyone else knew an Alpha Supreme that quelled all restrictions to their rule in two months of ascension but Taylor got a version that was love struck and she wouldn't have it any other way

“Well, not just that! You didn't even wait for us to share the good news together, you abandoned me to go throw the party all by yourself” she told him in an accusatory tone” her anger cooling down gradually.

“I'm so sorry my Queen. This will never happen again. In fact, let me make it up you, hm? You've always wanted to tie me up right?” He asked, winking at her.

“Well, just your hands. I want ride you till you cum. You are always taking control when you are about to come” she said in a quiet tone, a sparkle in her eyes.

“Well, I'm ready for whatever you've got planned” he said to her and he went ahead to carry her up, making her laugh.

When they got upstairs, he found a sturdy rope meant for the curtains and allowed her tie his hands behind him.

When she undressed, he began to regret his actions. The desire to cup her breasts was overwhelming but he was a man of his words; even though he could break out of the rope in a second, he allowed her drive him crazy with her actions.

Taylor knew the power she wielded over her mate and she took full advantage of it.

She undressed in a sultry manner, giving him a strip tease that has him groaning.

When she eventually finished, she pushed him to lie down and she aligned his cock to her centre. When she pushed down on him, they moaned together at the sensations, her pussy throbbing in pleasure.

She began riding her mate, her pleasure spiking higher and higher with each thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby please” he begged, helpless to her movements. He was in heaven and hell at the same time.

Taylor couldn't stop, his cock was hitting every spot she needed it to hit and when she grabbed her nipples, rubbing them together, Dante nearly shook the room with his moans. The sight of her bouncing on him while touching her body drove him nuts and he knew he couldn't last long in this position.

But Taylor was also in the same state. She looked at her man and she felt so many emotions. This beautifully crafted man was hers for eternity, her soulmate, her forever bond.

Looking into each other's eyes, they began to cum, moaning each other's names in pleasure.

Taylor kept riding him until the sensations slowed down and she collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily.

She couldn't help the smile that crept up her face.

“You are gonna be the death of me* Dante said, loosening the rope and massaging her hair as she dozed off.

***

“Today is the birthday of my son, your Prince and I and my mate, your Queen has decided according to the instructions of the moon Goddess to review the Mating structure. From now on, you will not longer need a Mating Ball to meet your mate” Dante announced to the large gathering of wolves who had come for the Royal Mating Ball.

It coincided with the birthday of Axel Theodore Night, their son, thus it was bigger than usual as many wolves came to see their Prince for the first time.

At this news, there was a huge uproar of excitement.

“Yes, you can meet your mate once you are at the right age. This will ensure that everyone will know what they are feeling when they are feeling it. No more falling in love with your mates sister” Taylor added, making everyone laugh.

“This is the one of the many different things we will change about the Mating institution. It was as a result of mismanaged emotions that made us all go through the events of two years ago and we are dedicated to never let it happen again. We have already created a recuperating home where you can grieve your loss in a healthy way. Now, on a less sad note, welcome former Alpha King Cane and his mate from their travels” Dante announced as everyone cheered him, happy that there was no rivalry between them.

“Thank you everyone. It brings us great pleasure that the moon goddess took the crown from my head and gave it to them, my neck was beginning to have an odd shape from its heaviness” he joked, waving at his fellow pack members.

Dante went ahead to give him a position as an elder in the pack, even though he was quite young.

As Axel grew, he realized that for this peace he enjoyed to be consistent and permanent, he must train harder than everyone else in mind and body because the last time a King rested, war erupted.