Own Her by Jenika Snow
Epilogue One
Six months later
Viktor and Fillip came in carrying a month’s worth of meat. It was late, the suns having set an hour before, and Mekenna sat on the chair in front of the fire in the sitting area of their underground home.
In just six months, so much had changed. It was just so strange to still think about where she had been just a short time ago.
Being a servant to a man who was her father and owner had been the only thing she had known, thinking that her future held her dying as a servant, alone, and unloved.
Viktor and Fillip brought the carcasses in and set them on the ground in the cooking area. Savastian was beside her, his hand on her protruding belly, and the strong, warm presence of all the males filled every part of her.
The baby she carried kicked in her belly, and Savastian looked at her and grinned. He rubbed her stomach again, lifted her shirt up, and stared at her with an almost wonder-filled expression as her belly moved because of her little one.
It was wild to actually see the movements of her baby through her skin, the little jabs and kicks of him moving around. She knew she carried a son, because the Hades males only created male offspring. But she didn’t care what gender her child was. Mekenna had never even envisioned that she would ever be a mother.
Covering her belly and brushing her fingers along Savastian’s, she stared at him and smiled.
“My child is within you, Mekenna,” he said in a deep voice. She didn’t know, until they had told her once she was pregnant, that a Hades male could scent if the child was theirs, even before birth.
She carried Savastian’s child, and once she had her baby, recovered, and enjoyed time with her men and little one, she wanted to give the other two males a baby of their own.
Having any child was a gift, but to think she could have a whole cavern full of little winged warriors had her heart racing and her blood pumping with excitement.
She stared at Viktor and Fillip as they watched her and Savastian. These small smiles were on their faces, and then they got to work on cleaning the meat for preservation. This was her life now—a sometimes scary and dangerous life, but one she would never change.
