Warning: Pregnancy
The Violence of Love Epilogue
Autry
Six Months Later
I pull the roast out of the oven and set it on the counter. Steam rising from it like smoke from a small fire, filling the whole room with the scent of rosemary and caramelized onions.
“That smells amazing,” Myrick hums from the couch. I like that the two spaces — kitchen and living room — are basically one large room. It allows me to cook and talk to my pack at the same time.
“I hope you’re hungry.” I take the mashed potatoes off the burner, then move into the living room with a little bounce in my step. I can’t help it — I’m happy. The kind that settles deep in your bones and makes everything feel a little lighter.
The little summer dress I’m wearing sways around my thighs as I move, too short for the cooling weather, but I don’t care. I feel good, and I want to enjoy every second of this sliver of sunshine before fall takes over completely.
“Everything’s almost ready.” I lean over the back of the couch and breathe in the scent of Myrick’s freshly washed hair.
He’s the only one who hasn’t let his hair grow out since we moved out here. He’s still the same Myrick—meticulous outfits with perfectly coordinated accessories. I love that he refuses to let this place change the parts of himself he loves most.
The rest of us, however, have really settled into country life over the last six months. Long hair, bare feet, and beards. All that’s missing is the country twang.
“How’s the neck?” I shift to Myrick’s other side so I can get a look at his fresh mating bite.
“It’s good,” he says, tipping his head so I can see better. “My connection with Oli is weak,” he adds with a small frown. “But my connection with Rhett has never been great either.”
“You just got it a week ago,” I remind him gently. “While Charlie had instant connections with both alphas, most of us take a few days.” I tap the overlapping bites on my neck. “It took a full week before I really felt Oli.”
Myrick smiles like he’s thankful for my kind words, but I can tell he doesn’t fully believe me.
“How do you feel?” he asks, resting his phone on his lap. “Any nausea today?”
“I’m good.” I stand to full height, then pat my still very flat belly. “I’m actually hungry today.”
Myrick smiles, then shifts on the couch so he can touch my stomach. “I know it’s early, but we need to keep this little one fed.” His fingers graze my belly, and my heart flutters.
We only just found out I’m pregnant a few weeks ago. We have no idea how far along I am, but Rhett found a doctor who makes house calls. I’m excited to find out my due date. And once the baby is here, I’m even more excited to see who he looks like. Will they have Rhett’s intense brown eyes, Oli’s tan skin, Charlie’s boxy smile, or Myrick’s blond hair?
I’m so excited to find out.
“Want me to get the boys?” Myrick asks, reaching up to cup to my cheek.
“No. I’ve got them.” I press a kiss to the tender skin of his neck, smiling when he shivers. “You rest.”
The air outside is crisp, cool enough that my bare legs prickle with goosebumps. The sky is streaked with gold, and the trees are just starting to blush with fall color. More importantly, the pear tree outside is finally ripe.
“Get anything good?” I call to Charlie.
He turns, grinning wide—that boxy, boyish grin that never fails to make my stomach flip just a little. “Yup.”
He’s on his tiptoes beneath the massive tree, stretching to pluck fat green pears from the branches. Dolly sniffs around his feet, all business, like she’s hot on the trail of something. But the only thing that pup’s ever caught out here is a few ticks and one unfortunate bee sting to the nose. Poor girl had a swollen snout for days.
“What kind of things can you make with pears?” Charlie asks, bringing a piece of fruit to his nose and inhaling deeply. “I’ve never had a pear pie. Or pear cake. Are those a thing?”
“Pear cake is totally a thing,” I say, stepping closer, looking into his full bucket. “I made a pear tart once or twice. And I might be convinced to do it again.” I sway my hips, and his dark eyes narrow with a mischievous grin.
“So that's the game we’re playing?” Charlie drops the pears in his hands, then reaches for me. His strong arms curl around my waist, holding me tight. “Do you need me to beg you to make me something sweet?” He presses his nose to the side of my face, scenting me. “Do you need me to beg, omega?” His hand moves down the curve of my ass. “Do you want me to be your soft, submissive omega, begging you for a sweet treat?” His fingers slip further, slipping between my legs and reaching for my pussy.
I moan when he presses against my already wet panties.
“Yes.” I tip my head back when he kisses the side of my neck, nipping at my mating bites. My bond with Rhett and Oli flares, their excitement at my pleasure pulsing in my veins.
“While I’d love nothing more than to watch you two fuck against that tree,” Myrick calls out from the porch, “dinner is going to get cold.”
Charlie’s grip on my waist lessens as we both turn toward the house.
“Do you want to join us?” I ask, pressing a little closer to Charlie, making his hard-on push against my hip.
“I do,” Myrick says firmly, but he doesn’t sound very excited. In fact, he looks like he’s about to scold me. “But you skipped lunch.” He crosses his arms. “And you haven’t been hungry lately.” His eyes narrow. “You need to eat before you do anything else.”
I really hate that Myrick is a beta sometimes. It’s so much easier to get what I want from Rhett and Oli.
“He’s right.” Charlie releases me, making me frown. “I’ll go get the alpha.”
“No,” I try not to sound too pouty. “I’ll get them. Why don’t you two set the table?”
Charlie kisses my cheek, then stoops to scoop up the bucket — and Dolly too, cradling her like a spoiled baby goat. “They’ve been working on the barn all day,” he says, nodding toward the meadow beyond the oaks. “I’m sure they’ll both need a shower.”
The meadow grass tickles my knees as I cross through it, lifting the hem of my dress with one hand. The breeze is cooler out here in the open, brushing against my legs and teasing at the straps of my sundress. I really should have brought a sweater. But then again... I’m hoping to get warm.
The barn looms ahead, freshly framed and proud against the horizon. The walls are up, sturdy and straight, and the roof looks amazing. High beams, dark wood, and those skylight panels I’d asked for weeks ago. They listened. Of course they did.
Inside, I hear the rhythmic thud of hammer against wood. Then Rhett's deep voice rumbles something I can’t quite make out, followed by Oli's easy laugh. I step through the wide double doors, my footsteps soft on the packed earth floor.
And there they are.
Both shirtless.
Rhett's got his back to me, crouched low as he fits a board into place along the far wall. His shoulders flex with each motion, muscles working beneath sun-kissed skin. That soft beard and shaggy silver hair make him look wild and untamed. His jeans hang low on his hips, worn and stained with sawdust. I swear he gets more rugged every week we live out here.
Oli is up on a stepladder, reaching to screw something into one of the overhead beams. His dark, wavy hair nearly touches his shoulders now, a few strands stuck to his temples with sweat. His tan skin glistens in the late afternoon light, every inch of him gleaming like polished bronze. A thin sheen of sweat traces down the dip of his spine, disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.
Just the sight of them makes my clit throb. I press my thighs together to stifle it, but the added pressure only makes it worse. I feel so empty and needy.
“Well, hey there, sundress.” Oli winks when our eyes meet.
Rhett glances over his shoulder, and the sight of me pulls a slow, hungry smile across his face. “You come to check on our progress? Or just distract us?”
“Both,” I admit, stepping inside. The air smells like fresh wood and sweat and something earthy—something masculine and grounding. “The bar looks amazing. You two really outdid yourselves.”
Oli hops down from the ladder, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. “We’re almost done with the inside framing. Might even have it ready to paint by next week.”
“And the chicken coop?” I arch a brow, letting my gaze flicker between the alphas.
Rhett stands, stretching to his full height. His shirt is slung over a beam nearby, and as he wipes his hands on a rag, I catch the flash of a bite mark—bold and dark against his collarbone. Oli got a little wild last week and bit the pack alpha right after he marked Myrick. Alphas can’t mate each other the way they can with omegas and betas, but Rhett still seems proud of the mark.
“We started the frame for the coop this morning,” Rhett says, voice low and gravelly. “We were planning to surprise you.”
“And you just ruined the surprise,” Oli teases, nudging Rhett with his shoulder.
I grin, loving the tug of happiness thrumming through both of our bonds. “Well, I’m still impressed. But that doesn’t excuse you from dinner. You’ve both been out here since sunrise," I say, not thrilled that they've ignored the whole pack all day.
Rhett glances toward the sky. “Already?”
I nod. “Charlie’s picking pears like it’s a competition, and Myrick’s two seconds away from dragging me to the table by my ear.”
Oli chuckles, reaching for his shirt. “Sounds like our beta’s cracking the whip again.”
“Only because I may have skipped lunch.”
Rhett’s eyes narrow slightly, but his smile stays soft. “Again?”
I roll mine. “Don’t gang up on me. I brought good news and compliments. That should earn me at least one get-out-of-scolding-free card.”
“You have to feed our young, Autry.” Rhett walks over, towering as he gets close. His hand brushes my stomach, settling on the natural curve of my belly. “And this dress isn’t weather-appropriate.”
“I was hoping the view would warm me up,” I murmur, tilting my chin to look up at him.
Oli slides between us with a wink. “Let’s feed you first, flirt later.”
“Fine,” I sigh dramatically. “But after dinner, I want a full tour of the barn. And I get to pick where the chickens’ nesting boxes go.”
“You’re getting bossy,” Rhett says, lips twitching.
“I’m the one who’s going to be feeding the hens every day,” I shoot back. “I deserve input.”
“And you’ll get it,” Oli promises, wrapping an arm around my waist as we head out. “But only if you finish your plate.”
***
Rhett
Autry ate everything on her plate.
Good girl.
She also nodded along to the conversation, even laughing a little—that sweet, airy laugh that always squeezes something tight in my chest. Then, after dinner, she stacked the dishes in the sink. But she’s restless. Has been all through dinner. Shimmying in her seat. Crossing her legs one way, then the other. Like her little body can’t quite settle.
Oli catches my eye from across the table, raising a brow just slightly, telling me that he sees it too.
She’s flushed. Not the playful, teasing kind of flushed—this is something deeper. She’s wound tight. Trying too hard to stay upright when what she really needs is to soften, to sink, to be held.
She needs her nest.
I push back from the table and rise to my feet, stretching just enough to draw her gaze. Her eyes lift to mine, and in that second, I feel her shoulders drop—the quiet relief of an omega who doesn’t want to ask for what she needs.
“Go get your nest ready,” I say, voice low and steady as I look between her and Charlie.
Charlie looks a little surprised, blinking like he didn’t expect me to say it out loud. Autry just stares at me for a heartbeat, then nods, slow and small. That blooming look of gratitude spreads across her face, sweet and unspoken.
“Okay,” she murmurs, slipping her hand into Charlie’s.
She doesn’t thank me—doesn’t have to.
It’s written in every step she takes toward the hallway, leaning into Charlie like her bones have finally been given permission to rest. Their scent lingers behind as they go—sugared-lemons and buttery, sweet bread. The thick aroma is warm and rich with omega hormones, wrapping around my ribs and settling deep.
I know that Autry’s going to have a lot of changes now that she’s with child. She’s going to need to be touched more. Kissed and fucked.
It’s important.
She needs to feel her pack close.
“She’s running hot,” Oli says quietly, coming up beside me.
I nod once. “Let’s shower. They won’t be happy with sawdust in their nest.”
“I’ll clear the table.” Myrick kisses my cheek.
“Don’t wash them,” Oli says. “I’ll do it after Autry goes to sleep.” Then we head to the only bathroom.
It’s big, but it has stubborn water pressure and a tiny water heater. Oli and I have a lot of work to do in here, but for now, it gets the job done. We wash quickly, still sore from the day’s work, while we take turns washing each other off. Oli smells like mint and sweat and the last hint of engine grease, and his skin feels amazing beneath my soapy hands.
I take my time, feeling his grooved abs and caressing his hips. Soap down down his toned body, tricking over his hard cock and toned legs. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and tug him a few times, loving the way his body responds to me.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Oli closes his eyes as he tips his head back.
“I want this cock, rock hard and ready to pleasure our omegas,” I growl as I press my chest to Oli's. His skin is still warm from our day’s work. "I want to watch you make her sleepy." I slip my hands up his back, feeling the length of his spine.
Oli gives me that sexy, cocky smirk. "Yes, alpha."
Then I kiss him—deep, fierce, and unyielding. It’s a battle and a surrender all at once, two alphas demanding and offering submission in the same breath. Every muscle in my body tightens as our tongues twist together, raw desire roaring beneath the surface. His hands grip me just as tight, splayed flat against my back. But beneath the fire, there’s something softer, too—the fierce love I carry for the young alpha, the pride in watching him push himself so hard for our pack. That love twists through the hunger, grounding me even as I lose myself in the kiss.
“Rhett,” Oli breaks the kiss, breathless and needy, like an omega in heat.
"Get your ass in our omega's nest," I command him, loving the way his body tenses, eager to follow my orders. “I want your cock inside her before I enter the fucking room.”
Oli doesn’t hesitate.
He turns with that feral energy simmering just under his skin — the kind that always makes him a little reckless, a little too eager to please. But god, I love that about him. That hunger. That heat. That willingness.
I take my time, toweling off, then looking myself over in the mirror. My beard needs to be trimmed again, and my hair completely covers the tips of my ears. I need a haircut, but my mates seem to like this rougher version of me. And I have to agree—I can’t remember ever being this happy.
Autry’s scent hits me before I even reach the bedroom. It’s so potent and consuming, filling every corner of our home. I can’t wait to see what she’ll smell like once the baby starts kicking.
I step into the bedroom, happy to see that Oli is in the nest, where he belongs. He’s between Autry’s legs, licking her pussy while Charlie feeds her his cock. She sucks eagerly at the omega’s cock, fingers digging into Charlie’s hips to bring him closer.
I admire the omegas’ nest. It takes up the whole room. Wall-to-wall comfort. Blankets, pillows, our old city bedding layered in with spare quilts and worn hoodies. It’s not the same as the nest we built together in the apartment—not as polished or as symmetrical—but it’s solid. Cozy. Claimed.
And it smells like us.
“They’re so pretty,” Myrick says as he comes up behind me.
I glance back at him as he rests his chin on my shoulder. He’s the only one I worry about out here. Myrick is a city boy through and through. He loves spas and parties, and everything concrete.
“They’re so pretty,” Myrick says softly as he slips up behind me.
I glance back, feeling the weight of his presence as he rests his chin on my shoulder. He’s the only one I truly worry about out here. Myrick is a city boy through and through—he thrives on spas, parties, and the pulse of concrete and glass. This country pack life is so far from what he’s known.
Still, I need to know. “Are you happy here?” I ask quietly, searching his bright blue eyes for truth.
His gaze softens, sincere and steady. “I’ve never been happier in my life,” he says, wrapping his arms around me in a hug that grounds us both. “I feel safe. I feel loved.”
I squeeze him back, the knot of worry loosening just a bit. “I just want to make sure.”
Myrick smiles against the side of my neck. “You gave me this perfect pack. I don’t care if we live in a high-rise or a hovel,” he murmurs. “I just want to be with my family.”
That hits me deep. I turn him toward me and kiss him—slow and sure, pouring every ounce of love I have through our bond.
Autry’s moans grow louder, and Charlie gasps. Their pleasure sparks and rises at the same time through our bond, and I suddenly feel dizzy.
“Come on,” Myrick breaks the kiss, his lips still hovering over mine. “I want to watch you wreck our mates.”
***
Autry
Charlie gasps as he comes down my throat and my thighs tense as the pressure between my legs builds, and all that matters is the flick of Oli’s tongue against my clit. Pleasure erupts from my core, making my nipples strain and my back arch.
My mind is spinning, filled with Rhett’s love, Oli’s pride at making me come so hard, and Myrick and Charlie’s calming presence.
But just as the pleasure begins to fade, a sharp cramp coils low in my belly—deep and sudden. And panic floods my chest.
“Oh no!” I cry out, slapping both hands over my stomach like I can shield the baby from whatever’s happening.
Oli jerks upright immediately, his face pale, fear widening his eyes. “What’s wrong?” he demands, his voice tight and ragged, and his face covered in slick from being between my legs.
“I—I’m cramping,” I whisper, breath shallow, throat tightening with dread. I turn to Charlie, desperation in my eyes, silently begging him to make it stop, to tell me everything’s okay. But instead of matching my fear, he just smiles gently and rests his hand over mine.
“It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, calm in a way that almost angers me. He settles in beside me just as Rhett appears on my other side, wild-eyed and tense.
The pack alpha looks like he’s about to break apart, his gaze flicking frantically from my face to my belly, then back again.
“It’s just a pregnancy heat,” Charlie says quickly. “But they don’t last long. Usually an hour or two.”
I scrunch up my face. “A what? I’ve never heard of that.”
“He’s right,” Myrick chimes in, holding up his phone and giving it a little shake. “I’ve been reading everything I can find about omega pregnancies,” he adds, tossing the phone aside as he crawls into the nest. “This kind of hormonal flare-up is totally normal.”
Oli exhales hard, his shoulders sagging with relief. “Thank god.”
My nerves start to settle as I picture the baby safe and sound inside me, swimming in post-orgasmic bliss.
“You’re such a good omega,” Rhett says, leaning in to cup my cheek. “Taking such good care of our baby.” His hand trails from my neck, brushing over the peak of my breast before resting on my belly. Charlie and I move our hands aside, letting him hold me.
There’s nothing to feel yet, no kicks or flutters, but I love that everyone touches me like there is.
“Such a good girl,” Rhett murmurs. His praise leaves my body warm and loose, like I could melt into the nest right then and there. “Are you still in pain?”
I’m not, but I want to be held, and rutted. “A little.” I shimmy, thankful that Oli is still kneeling between my legs.
“You heard her, alpha,” Myrick sits down next to Charlie, “make our omega purr.”
I’m not, not really—but I want more. I want to be held, claimed, touched until I forget everything but them.
“A little,” I say, voice soft, laced with just enough need.
I shimmy beneath them, grateful that Oli is still kneeling between my legs, his eyes dark with want.
“You heard her, alpha,” Myrick says with a lazy grin as he settles beside Charlie. “Make our omega purr.”
Oli doesn’t hesitate. His hands slide up my thighs, touching me like I’m something sacred. And I kind of feel like I am—here in our nest, surrounded by my pack, filled with their baby and full of their love.
“I’ve got what you need, baby,” Oli whispers, voice rough as he leans in and presses a kiss to my collarbone.
Rhett’s hand stays on my belly, grounding me. “Go slow,” he says, though the tension in his voice betrays how much he wants to dive in himself. “She’s sensitive.”
“She’s perfect,” Oli corrects, and I swear my heart stumbles at the sound of it.
Their hands—everywhere. Their mouths—warm, worshipful.
Oli lowers himself, pressing his big body against mine, but careful not to settle too much weight on me. It makes me a little angry, wanting to feel all of him.
“More.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he sucks at my mating bite, trying to tug him closer.
His hips flex and his cock rubs against my wet slit. “I don’t want to crush you.” His teeth nip at my skin.
“I like it.” I slip my hands down the length of his back right as the bed begins to rock. Glancing to one side, I watch as Charlie settles on his hands and knees. Rhett positions himself behind the omega, then thrusts. Myrick already has his cock in Charlie’s mouth, spitroasting the omega. “Yes,” I moan, and Oli sinks into me.
Inch by wonderful inch, he fills me, quieting the ache deep inside.
My nipples pull tight, almost painfully sensitive. They’re swollen, my areolas already puffy. Oli is careful as he ducks his head, thrusting and sucking on my nipple at the same time. He doesn’t nip or pinch, making sure not to hurt me.
“I love how big your tits have gotten already,” Oli growls then kisses me.
I want to say something sassy about how they were already enormous, but I’m too lost to his kiss. “Harder,” I whisper against his tongue. I need more. Rougher. Fuller.
“Are you sure?” Oli lifts his head, looking down our bodies. He watches his cock slip in and out of me, shiny with my slick.
Frustrated with his overly careful handling of me, I reach up and tangle my fingers in his long, dark hair, then I jerk his face toward me. “Fuck me!” I snarl. “Now!”
That’s all it takes.
Oli pulls and slams back in. His hips clap against my ass and thighs, and I moan when he curls an arm under my hips to lift me up. I’m fucked properly, my own tits bouncing hard right in my face.
Rhett groans at the sight, then reaches over Charlie’s back. He fucks our omega, as he palms one of my breasts, squeezes the mound of flesh. “Make her come, alpha,” he commands Oli, but there’s no need. I’m already spiraling toward my first orgasm.
My whole body tightens, and my core pulses.
“I’m coming,” I moan and Myrick hums as he forces his cock deeper into Charlie’s mouth.
“Come on that alpha cock,” the beta whispers and the tension in my body snaps.
My thighs shake and my pussy flutters. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, screaming out my pleasure. Oli moans and Rhett grunts. Charlie mewls something in the background as a cock is slipped into my mouth. I open my mouth but I can’t suck or lick. I’m too lost to the rolling sensations flowing through me.
“I can’t hold back any longer,” Oli snarls above me.
“Pump her full.” Rhett’s voice is strained, and I open my eyes. He has Charlie on his back, the omega’s cock fisted tightly in his hands as he thrusts and jerks at the same time. Charlie’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and he gasps right as a thick spurt of white erupts from his tip.
“Suck, sweetheart,” Myrick curls a hand under my head, forcing me to swallow his whole cock. It’s smooth and sweet, and my eyes float closed right as Rhett comes with a loud roar.
Between Myrick fucking my mouth and Oli filling my pussy, I’m already tensing, on the edge of coming again.
“Just like that.” Myrick scrunches up his face, telling me he’s close.
“Fuuccck!” Oli growls, and his knot expands. His cock is pulsing, pumping me full as his knot plugs me up. The pressure is inane, sparking nerves I didn’t even know I had.
Myrick’s shaft twitches against my tongue a second later, spilling his sweet seed down my throat. Then I come.
This one is more intense, squeezing my alpha’s knot so hard he groans as if in pain. “Fuck!” Oli roars. “She’s so fucking tight.”
Rhett chuckles as Myrick pulls his cock from my mouth. A trickle of spit comes out with it. But I’m too blissed out and sleepy to care.
Oli rolls us, his arms protectively holding me as he settles on his back with me on his chest. The movement pulls at our tie, making me whimper, but then hands find my back. Myrick caresses me as he curls up against Oli’s side. The alpha holds both of us, while Rhett pulls his knot out of Charlie. It makes the omega wince, and then sigh with relief.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Rhett purrs in Charlie’s ear as he curls around the omega, spooning him.
I melt into the warmth of my pack, my body tucked between Oli’s steady chest and Myrick’s long arm draped over my waist.
Charlie’s fingers comb gently through my hair, slow and soothing, while Rhett’s legs tangle with mine.
The woods outside are quiet—no cars, no buzzing lights, just the rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, I feel safe in a way I never knew I could.
Loved, surrounded, claimed.
