The Howlcrest Werewolves Legacy-Chapter 27: Tristan & Olivia’s Love And Family.

TRISTAN

It’s a peaceful spring morning, the kind of day that feels like a soft breath, where the world moves a little slower, and everything seems to shimmer with quiet magic.

The air smells of rain and wildflowers, the grass damp beneath our feet, and the sun is just warm enough to chase away the lingering chill.

Olivia sits on the porch swing of our home, a modest yet elegant cabin at the edge of Howlcrest territory, her fingers lazily stroking Boyd’s fur as he rests his massive head on her lap. His tail wags slowly, thumping against the wooden floorboards in a steady rhythm.

She’s drinking tea, chamomile, I think, the steam curling in delicate spirals, and her hair glows in the soft light, a cascade of dark waves framing her face.

Gods, she’s beautiful.

My mate. My wife. My Olivia.

And though I am the Alpha of this land, the leader of a powerful pack, a figure of strength and authority, I find myself standing there, simply watching her, utterly undone by how much I love her.

She notices me after a moment, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You’re staring again."

I smirk, stepping closer until I’m looming over her. "I like what I see."

Her cheeks flush, that soft pink hue I’ve come to crave, and I lean down, cupping her jaw, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip. She tilts her head up, a silent invitation, and I kiss her.

Slowly.

Gently.

A kiss that tastes like spring and promises and everything I never thought I’d have.

Boyd lets out a low grumble, a reminder that we aren’t alone, but I ignore him, deepening the kiss just a little, until Olivia’s hand curls into my shirt, pulling me closer.

And then...

She pulls back, her eyes glistening with something more than just affection.

Something deeper. Something fragile.

"Tristan..." she starts softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I instantly stiffen, sensing the shift in the air, a subtle tremor in our bond. "What is it?"

She takes my hand, the same hand that once bled with hers during the mate ceremony, and presses it to her stomach.

At first, I don’t understand.

It’s flat beneath my palm, the gentle curve of her waist the same as always.

But then she speaks, her voice steady, but her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"We’re going to be parents." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Silence.

The world seems to tilt, everything narrowing down to her words, echoing in my mind like a drumbeat.

Parents.

Parents.

She’s pregnant.

I stagger back a step, my hand still pressed to her stomach, my wolf howling in my chest, a fierce, protective roar that vibrates through every bone in my body.

"I... I didn’t feel them," I rasp, my voice breaking under the weight of my shock. "I didn’t hear them, Olivia. How could I not have known?"

She laughs softly, a beautiful, melodic sound, and takes my hand again, squeezing it. "Because they’re small, Tristan. It’s early."

But the bond... I should’ve felt it. The slightest change. The faintest echo of life within her.

And yet, I didn’t.

I’m their father, their Alpha, and I didn’t sense my own children.

My jaw tightens, a flash of guilt slicing through me, but then Olivia cups my face with both hands, her thumbs tracing the sharp lines of my cheekbones.

"Don’t do that," she whispers. "Don’t blame yourself."

I close my eyes, leaning into her touch, swallowing the lump in my throat.

When I open them again, I let my gaze drift down to her stomach.

They’re in there. Our pups.

And just when I think I couldn’t be more overwhelmed...

"There’s more," Olivia says softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

My head snaps up, searching her face. "More?"

She nods. "It’s not just one... it’s twins."

Twins.

My heart stops.

Two heartbeats. Two lives. Two souls.

My children.

My twins.

A growl rumbles from my chest, not of anger, but of pure, raw emotion. My hand returns to her stomach, splayed wide, as if trying to shield them already.

"Twins," I whisper, almost in disbelief.

Olivia smiles through her tears, nodding again. "Yes."

And just like that, I drop to my knees in front of her, the mighty Alpha of Howlcrest, brought to the ground by the weight of love and fatherhood.

I press my forehead against her belly, my arms wrapping around her waist, holding her, holding them, as if I can keep them safe simply by being near.

"My mate," I murmur. "My wife... and now, the mother of my children."

Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I hear her sniffle.

"We’re going to be parents, Tristan."

"And I am excited," I tell her.

She lifts her head, gazing up at him through the blur of her unshed tears. "And they will have everything I never had growing up... love, security, and a father who will never stop protecting them."

I smile. "They already have that."

I kiss her stomach, a silent promise to the life growing within her, and when I stand again, I pull Olivia into my arms, holding her close, my heart pounding like a war drum.

Twins.

My mate.

My family.

And for the first time in my life, the Alpha of Howlcrest feels truly... whole.

A FEW MONTHS LATER>

The moment I pull Olivia into my arms, the world around us fades, the soft chirping of birds, the distant rustle of leaves in the spring breeze, even Boyd’s quiet huff as he settles back into his spot on the porch. All I can hear is her heartbeat. Steady. Strong. Mine.

Her scent, a delicate blend of rain, wildflowers, and something uniquely Olivia, stirs something primal in me, a heat coiling low in my stomach, radiating outwards until I’m burning for her. For us. For the life growing inside her.

"Tristan..." she breathes, her voice already trembling.

I can’t stop myself.

I capture her mouth with mine, a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s desperate, hungry, a clash of lips and teeth and tongues, like I’m trying to taste every part of her in a single breath. Her fingers knot into my hair, tugging me closer, and I let out a low growl against her mouth.

"Inside," I rasp, my voice raw, broken.

She nods, but I don’t give her a chance to move, I scoop her into my arms, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. She’s light, but my grip is possessive, firm, like I’m afraid she’ll vanish if I loosen my hold for even a second.

The door slams behind us, the soft creak of the wood floors beneath my feet the only sound as I carry her through the cabin. But I don’t make it to the bedroom.

No.

I press her against the wall in the hallway, the sunlight streaming through the windows casting a golden glow on her flushed skin.

"Tristan—"

"Shh," I murmur, my lips trailing down the curve of her jaw, to her neck, where her pulse beats wildly beneath my tongue. "I love you, Olivia. I love you."

I let the words wash over her like a vow, one I would etch into her skin if I could.

She gasps when I slip a hand under her shirt, my shirt, the one she stole from me last night, and push it up, baring her soft skin to the cool air. Her back arches into my touch, and the sight of her, breathless, vulnerable, yet so strong, unravels me.

Her nipples pebble beneath my fingers as I slide the shirt over her head, tossing it aside. She’s bare now, and I devour the sight of her swollen lips, her heaving chest, the faint glow of her mating mark just above her collarbone.

"Look at you," I whisper, brushing my thumb over her mark. "My mate. My wife. The mother of my children."

Her eyes shine with tears, of love, of lust, and she cups my face with both hands.

"I love you, Tristan," she says, her voice breaking.

I kiss her again, slower this time, not just passion but devotion, the promise of forever wrapped in every stroke of my tongue against hers.

When I drop to my knees, I press another kiss to her belly, whispering words only she and our unborn pups can hear.

And then I spread her legs, lifting one over my shoulder, and taste her.

She cries out, her fingers digging into my hair, and I work her open with my mouth, teasing, licking, sucking, until she’s trembling above me, her thighs quivering on either side of my head.

"Tristan, I—"

"Come for me, Olivia," I growl against her. "Let me feel you."

And when she shatters, her body arching, her moan echoing through the cabin, I don’t stop.

I stand, gripping her hips, and guide her down onto me in one fluid motion.

We both groan, the feeling of her tight, wet heat squeezing me sending a violent shudder through my body.

I pin her against the wall, one hand at the small of her back, the other cradling her neck, and start to move, slow, deep thrusts that have her gasping with every roll of my hips.

"Mine," I rasp, biting down gently on her mark.

"Yours," she whimpers. "Always."

Her nails rake down my back, and I thrust harder, faster, each movement more frantic than the last. It’s not just sex. It’s claiming. It’s love. It’s two souls colliding, over and over again, until there’s nothing left but us.

Her release hits first, a sudden, sharp cry of my name as her body clenches around me.

And then I follow, a broken growl tearing from my throat as I spill into her, my forehead resting against hers, both of us trembling in the aftermath.

We stand there, still tangled together, our breathing slowly evening out.

"I love you," I whisper again, because I need her to know.

She smiles softly, brushing a kiss to my jaw. "I love you too."

And as I hold her, my mate, my wife, the mother of my children, I know this is what forever feels like.