Epilogue

CONAN

The long ride home had us giggling and singing and been naughty. I loved Lisa, in every sense of it.

She was perfect and flawless and just the right mate for me. Once upon a time, I wanted to choose my mate, the one I deemed fit. I had these high expectations that barely any woman could reach.

I abused the moon goddess daily for the supposedly wrong match, and in repentance, I worshipped her daily. I was so wrong and I was glad Lisa endured.

She matched my energy, gave me more than I required, and was patient, in a nutshell, she met my expectations and more.

While the ride continued, she leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder. I arched it downward a bit, to accommodate her perfectly. I curved my hand so the back of her head rested on my bicep and my hand stroked her hair tenderly.

We remained silent as we rode the left of the journey home.

When we arrived at the pack house, the servants had already lined up in a file, with balloons and cakes and food and gifts. With