Epilogue
The years passed and his sweet little Omega continued to bless him with children.
The people sand his praises that his womb must be blessed by the gods as he never birthed anything less than twins.
And Tom couldn't help but agree, his chest swelling with pride and joy every time he held his sons and daughters in his arms.
Little Thomas grew into a strong, handsome Alpha, his features identical to his own at nineteen. He knew intellectually that his birth mother was the former queen but he refused to claim any true connection to the woman. He called Harveste 'mama' just like his siblings and loved him more than anything.
James, his eldest son with Harveste was the splitting image of his beloved mother. He too, had grown into a strong, handsome Alpha and Rose was a beautiful, graceful, Omega, the apple of her father's eye, her eyes sparkling with mischief and her laughter contagious.
The triplets, Poppy, Lily and Iris, had also taken after their mother in looks. Their features soft and sweet, but with his chocolate-colored locks. They were all Omegas, their personalities gentle, smiles bright and warm.
Their next set of twins, William and Charles, were Alphas, their features strong and their eyes sharp. They were more reserved and quieter, but their love for their family was unwavering.
Their last set of twins, Hadrian and Theodore, were also Omegas. Their faces angelic and soft, their laughter tinkling and sweet. They had inherited their mother's beauty and gentleness, and their father's sharp wit.
Harveste, his beloved little Omega, continued to grow more beautiful, his face youthful and skin smooth and clear. His body had grown even more curvaceous, his hips and breasts rounder, his belly soft and full of new life, as he was currently carrying another set of twins and all of their children fussed over him endlessly, the Alphas especially.
He was the perfect Queen, his people loved and adored him, and the Kingdom prospered, the people happier and more content, and it was all thanks to his precious little Omega who always knew just how to make him happy.
Tom smiled and hummed, his lips pressing kisses to the Omega's neck, and he rumbled, his eyes dark and intense as he breathed in his sweet milk and honey scent.
"I love you, little one."
"As I love you, my King."
Tom chuckled and nipped the Omega's neck, his fingers stroking and pinching his stiff, rosy peaks, and his little Omega mewled, his hips arching and pushing back against him.
"Tom, please... I need you..."
"Hush, my sweet little one. I'll take care of you."
And he did.
Again and again.
Just like he would forever.