Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Epilogue
The following spring
The sun shone high in the sky, the weather was perfect, and Jessa was scared out of her mind.
She held the loose bouquet of wildflowers in her hand and stared at the archway Thayer had designed and Deacon had built. It overlooked a small meadow filled with purple, white, and yellow flowers.
It had been months since the incident with Paul, and now he was spending years behind bars. The fact he tried to kidnap her, the evidence of his abuse that night, and her medical reports throughout the years had been enough to make sure he would never hurt anyone else.
Rosie had ended up stepping forward and confessing that it had been she who answered the ad, but that if she had known Paul’s real motives she would have never been a part of it.
She also admitted that her main goal behind contacting Paul was to get Jessa out of the picture because she had grown to care for Deacon.
The ad had been misleading, but then again Paul was the master of manipulators. They hadn’t heard from Rosie since.
After that night they had spoken long and hard about the whole shifting situation. Jessa didn’t know if she would ever be used the idea that they could turn into animals, even when they did do it in front of her.
What she did know, without a doubt, was that the two men she was about to connect her life with loved her in return. After years of never finding her place in life, she finally felt like she belonged somewhere. Sure, it wasn’t the most conventional relationship, but what she had with Paul hadn’t been either.
At least with Deacon and Thayer she knew there would never be pain. They always went above and beyond to make her comfortable, to make sure she knew just how precious she was to them. How could any woman turn away from that?
The ceremony was small, with only the three of them and an official to make it legal. By law she could only marry one Uncia brother, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a ceremony where she promised herself for life to both of them.
She smoothed her sweaty, shaky hands down the modest ivory gown she wore. The lace was thin yet form fitting, and when the wind picked up it caressed her body and had her remembering the nights they embraced her in their arms.
Her heart stuttered to life as she watched her two men step in front of the archway. They wore dark slacks and white dress shirts. They looked relaxed and casual, but the heat she saw in their eyes was felt deep down inside of her.
Yeah, this was right on every conceivable level.
Her men stood before her, both looking sharp and their gazes filled with love. Legally she would marry Deacon, but a slip of paper didn’t mean she loved one brother more than the other.
Taking that first step, she let her smile wash over her as she walked toward her future and the two men that were now a part of it.
The End.