Page 120 of Wedded Witch
I pull back slightly, my eyes scanning the horizon, where the dark energy that had once surrounded Morfran still lingers in the air, dissipating slowly. The land itself is scarred, as if the world will need time to heal just as we will.
“We need to rebuild,” I say softly, wiping the tears from my face. “The damage to the house…There’s so much to do.”
Kel leans back on his elbows, wincing slightly as he stretches. “Yeah, well, maybe we could take a break first. I’m all for saving the world, but I’m also all for a nap.”
Sol laughs, though the sound is tired, and even Ri smirks a little at Kel’s comment.
“We’ll rest,” I promise, threading my fingers through theirs. “But we’ll rebuild. Together.”
Mavis approaches us then, her expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. Her sharp eyes sweep over the battlefield before she nods, her voice steady but tired.
“It’s over. Morfran is gone for good.”
I let out a long, relieved breath, the finality of her words sinking in. We’ve done it. We’ve won. And nothing—not curses, not ancient magic, not even Morfran—can take this away from us.
Not anymore.
As I look at my mates, the bond between us stronger than ever, I know that whatever comes next, we’ll face it together. My biggest fear is going to be telling my family that I’m in love with four guys: my husband and his triplet brothers.
Oh, that, and, I’m not going home.
But that’s a bombshell to share another day.
We rise slowly, leaning on each other for support as we take in the destruction left in the wake of the battle. The storm has passed, but the calm that follows is filled with a quiet, steady resolve.
“We survived,” I whisper, my voice barely audible but filled with conviction. “And now…we live. In love. Together.”
And with that, we turn, walking away from the ruins of what once was, towards the future we’ve fought so hard to claim.
Together.
SWYN
The house feels different now.The weight that has been pressing down on it for years—maybe even centuries—is finally gone. The air is lighter, the walls seem to breathe easier, and the ancient magic that once crackled with tension is now a steady hum beneath my skin.
This place, my ancestral home, is no longer a tomb of old curses and hidden horrors. It’s a sanctuary—a place where I can finally belong. Where we can all belong and be together.
I stand in the doorway, looking out at the garden as the stray dog we adopted in the storm chases a dragonfly. I smile, glad that Bolt has also found his place at last. With us.
Even if Ri threatens to skin him alive every morning because his favourite snack is socks.
It’s late afternoon, and the sunlight filters through the trees in soft golden beams. The house is quiet behind me, the kind of quiet that I never thought I’d associate with peace.
It used to be a haunted silence, but now, it feels safe. It feels like home.
A soft rustling from inside pulls my attention, and I smile. Ri, Kel, Sol, and Oland are here with me, of course. After everything that’s happened, they’re okay.
Healing, thanks to Mavis and my Aether magic. The relief of that, of them surviving, is still sinking in. It’s only been a couple of days since the final battle, and I’m still trying to accept that we made it.
Thattheymade it.
I run my fingers over the newly replaced door frame, the wood warm from the sun. My heart feels full—full of love, full of gratitude, and full of possibilities. I’ve spent so long running from my past and my future, running from the curse, from the fear of losing everyone I love. But now it’s all behind us.
“Vi, are you going to stand out there all day?” Kel’s voice floats through the doorway, light and teasing. “We’re waiting for you, you know.”
I turn, leaning against the frame, and catch his grin. He’s sitting at the long table in the dining room, legs kicked up on a chair, looking as relaxed as ever.
Ri is next to him, his arms crossed, an expression that’s half-annoyed, half-amused, as he always is with Kel’s antics. Sol is on the floor, fiddling with some old magical trinket we found hidden in one of the rooms.