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“Always.”
– Wedding Bells
-LIA’S POV-
I clutched the bouquet a little tighter as the music started.
My heart hammered in my chest, my palms feeling clammy against the stems, but I forced myself to breathe.
Everyone was staring.
Everyone always stared when you walked down an aisle. I guess I should have prepared myself for this.
The soft scent of roses drifted up from the flowers in my hands, steadying me, and I lifted my chin, focusing on the end of the aisle where Zane stood in a black suit, waiting.
It felt surreal.
My dress brushed against the floor, long and flowing, my hair pinned back with delicate clips.
His eyes found mine, gentle and certain, and a smile tugged at his lips.
My heart gave a thump in my chest.
It had been three years to our engagement, four years of us together, and sometimes I still couldn’t believe he was mine.
I reached the altar, and he almost reached out to hold To pull me to himself. my
But then I stepped aside, to the left of the altar, and reality settled back in.
This wasn’t our wedding. hand.. Sheila was the one who was about to become Mrs. Aaron Smith.
Zane stared at me, pouting as he gestured at the distance between us. Aaron gave him a shove, scowling at him.
I held back a laugh, turning my head as the music shifted and the doors opened at the back of the hall. Gasps rippled through the pack as Sheila appeared, and my breath caught.
Her gown shimmered under the lights, delicate lace over satin, her veil falling soft around her shoulders.
Aaron’s jaw actually dropped, and I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. Sheila caught my eye as she started down the aisle, and I gave her a reassuring nod.
Zane, opposite me, shifted slightly, hands clasped in front of him. He refused to look away, eyes locked on me as if I’d disappear if he blinked. Heat rose up my cheeks, but I did my best to ignore him, keeping my eyes trained on Sheila.
This was her moment. Not ours.
Sheila reached the front, and the ceremony began. Their vows were short but heartfelt, Sheila’s voice trembling when she promised to stand with Aaron through everything, and Aaron’s breaking just enough that he had to clear his throat before finishing.
I blinked quickly when my eyes started to sting, pretending it was just the flowers making them water.
They exchanged rings, and then we heard the words we’d been waiting to hear for so long.
“By the blessing of the Goddess, and our Alpha and Luna’s presence, you are now pronounced husband and wife.”
The pack erupted. Cheers, applause, whistles. They couldn’t hold back any more.
Howls split the air, loud and wild and joyous, echoing through the hall until it felt like the whole place was shaking with it. I laughed, clapping hard, my bouquet bouncing in my hands.
Aaron pulled Sheila close and kissed her, long and sure, and Sheila laughed against his lips. The Hounds whooped from the front row-Ajax especially, his voice booming above the rest.
Even Warner was smiling, which wasn’t so rare anymore ever since Sapphire moved in. She raised a hand, and the air shimmered around Aaron and Sheila, making the moment so much more magical.
Zane crossed over to stand beside me now, unable to stay away any longer. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “One day that’ll be us.”
My breath hitched, my cheeks heating, but I didn’t say anything.
I just glanced up at him, and he winked, making me blush harder.
The reception blurred into music, food and laughter.
The pack gleamed with happiness, and for once, nothing else mattered.
Even Christy and Nathan were here, Christy looking more relaxed than I’d seen her in ages. Nathan kept her close, his arm slung around her chair, his grin wide every time she laughed.
When the first dance ended, the Hounds dragged Aaron into the middle of the floor, chanting and clapping, while Sheila shook her head but failed to hide her smile. Ajax grabbed her hand and spun her round before shoving her back into Aaron’s arms. I joined in the laughter, bouquet forgotten on the table, Zane’s hand finding mine beneath it.
The howls came again later, outside under the moon, when the pack spilled into the night air. One voice, then another, until the entire group was singing to the sky, a wild chorus that spoke of belonging, of family, of joy. My throat burned with it, my chest aching with something too big to name. And through it all, Sheila and Aaron stood at the centre, married now, bound in front of us all.
I thought the night had reached its peak. But apparently, we weren’t done yet.
A scream cut through the air, and for a moment, I thought danger had found us again.
But the moment I saw what happened, my mouth fell open, a gasp leaving my own lips too.
Christy stood in the centre of the hall, her hands covering her mouth, while Nathan knelt before her on one knee, a red box in his hand.
Everyone gathered close again, excitement building up once more. Zane gave Nathan a firm pat on the back, leaning down to mutter something that made him blush harder. Sheila leaned into Aaron, whispering something and laughing, then clapped her hands and hooted.
Christy’s eyes flicked up, catching mine for a moment, and I saw how much this meant to her.
I gave her a nod, trying hard to hold back my own tears.
If I cried, she would lose it before he even said the words.
Nathan cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly, and then he reached for her hand. His voice wasn’t steady, but it was sincere.
Zane came to stand beside me again, pulling me to himself.
“I’ve never been good with speeches,” Nathan said, squeezing her fingers. “But I could go on about you for years, Christy. Thank you for being my best friend, the love of my life, and the woman who stood by me through thick and thin. Thank you for loving me even when I was too stupid to return it, afraid of hurting myself or you. Thank you for dealing with all my dumbness and stupidity with a grin on your face. For becoming the storm to my calm, and the chaos to my boring life.”
The room rumbled with my laughter and cheers, whistles and claps.
Christy let out a choked sob, barely holding herself together.
“Would you please, please, please be my anchor and joy for the rest of our lives?”
Her breath caught, a tiny sound, and then he was sliding the ring onto her finger. No hesitation, no second guessing. Just certainty.
For a moment the room went still. Then Christy laughed through the tears streaming down her cheeks, and threw her arms around his neck.
“Yes,” she whispered into his shoulder, though we’d all already heard the answer without her saying it.
The crowd erupted one last time, cheers and claps echoing loud enough to shake the walls. Someone whistled. Sheila whooped like she was at a football match. Aaron actually lifted her off her feet for a second, spinning her round in a hug.
Zane pulled me to his chest, pressing his lips against mine. “How can others kiss while we just watch?” he muttered, and I broke into a laugh, shaking my head at him.
-ZANE’S POV-
I twirled her around, pulling her back to myself, watching her glow.
She wasn’t actually glowing-in the Moon’s Daughter way-but she was radiant with happiness, and that was so much better.
She beamed up at me, throwing her arms around my neck, gently swaying with me to the music I’d put on.
“I’m so happy, Zane,” she said softly. “Sheila and Aaron got married. Christy and Nathan are engaged. We’re engaged. Everything feels too perfect.”
“Shh.” I scolded. “Don’t jinx it.”
She chuckled. “Sorry. It’s just… I never thought we’d make it. All of us. It’s like a fairytale, Zane.”
“I know, love. I actually did die for a bit.”
“Shut up,” she scolded, punching my chest. “Don’t remind me of that, please.”
“Sorry,” I smiled, leaning in and kissing her forehead.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and I leaned my forehead against hers, pulling her even closer to myself.
“You know,” I said, “sometimes, even this doesn’t feel enough.”
“What do you mean?” She frowned, but didn’t open her eyes, too relaxed in my hold.
“I mean holding you. Sleeping with you. Kissing you. I think I need a way I could be in your skin.”
Now her eyes shot open, a laugh leaving her lips. “You’re an idiot. No, you’re not living in my skin.”
“Why not?” I grumbled.
“Because you’re too big. You won’t fit.”