Chapter ELEVEN: BOOK 1 EPILOGUE

“Are you freaking kidding me?” Alex blinked against the bright light, his head still pounded from the Christmas party and he had no idea what to make of what his Neta was saying.

“I said, I found her, my mate. We were married this morning and will be returning to the penthouse this afternoon. Have it cleaned and make sure everyone is ready to meet their new Nari,” Dean commanded from the satellite phone Alex had snuck into the trunk of his Valkyrie.

“Yes, Neta,” Alex wasn’t too hungover from the night before to not recognize that tone of voice.

“Is she hot?” he asked and pulled the phone away from his ear as his Neta roared ferociously into the phone.

“Mine!” growled Dean.

“Holy hell! She is your fated mate! All will be made ready, Neta,” Alex said and grinned from ear to ear.