Novel & Cerita Getting Married Without My Badge

He always did. But before he could notice— “We got married.” I shot up from where I was sitting. “What?” Brian laughed, and in the background, I could hear Sydney giggling. “We took advantage of the Creek Keepers’ tradition,” he explained. “Every year, their Alpha joins couples in marriage for those who can’t afford a big wedding. It’s legally binding, so—yeah. It’s done.” My mind reeled. “Brian, I left you a few hours ago.”

"I'm the CEO. My background check is spotless. My legal residence is practically a fortress. It has to be me." I let out a dry, exhausted laugh. "Oh, perfect. I'm marrying the guy who threw Plan B at me in a moving car like ten hours ago. Very romantic. Should we register at Target?" "Funny you should mention that," Roman said, grabbing his shoes. "Because we actually have to go to Target." "What?" "You can't get married in a trench coat and men's slides," Malakai said, his voice dripping with disdain as he looked me up and down. "We have to get you something acceptable."

"It's your first time coming into the city. Like hell you know anything! We came from the same town, and you're taking an outsider's side?" The girl shrank and kept her mouth shut. Zoey looked away, happy with the result. She grabbed Bartholomew's arm and held it high, showing the gleaming rings around their ring fingers. She looked at me like I was a defeated man. "Can you prove that our wedding day is today, Winston? Neither my parents or relatives ever saw you. I'd have arranged a meeting if I wanted to marry you. Besides, I never got the license with you. "We never took a wedding photo. I never gave you any wedding gifts. You have nothing, but Bart has prepared everything." Zoey leaned o

There was still so much she needed to know and— “But Rig… how? I mean… getting married? Are you talking about before or after your birthday?” “Before. I’m talking about now, Cara. Tomorrow. I want to do this now.” Her head jerked back in shock. “Tomorrow?” she squeaked. I nodded, holding her tightly. “I need to show you, Cara—actions, not words. Plus… just trust me, this is going to solve so many problems.” She smiled at first, joy twinkling in her gaze, but then it faded just as fast. “How? Not just the wedding, Rig—how can we be married when we can’t even be in public together?”

I laughed: “So you, like Ben, are sneakily getting married without a grand wedding, huh?” He replied, “Not exactly. My parents won’t interfere with whom I marry, but they would refuse to attend the wedding if they found out my bride isn’t from a matched family status. Imagine how embarrassing it would be if our wedding turned out to be grand, but no elders from both sides were present." "That's true." I agreed sagely: “What about the company?” "Mr. Henry is in the company; we don't need to worry. When we're back, we can distribute more candies and double their bonuses."

"The team is coming. All of them." "Good." Ryan ends his call. "Father Michael agreed. Tomorrow at 6 PM, cathedral ceremony, reception at the hotel after. He's waiving the usual marriage prep requirements given the circumstances." "What circumstances? That our fathers are in jail or that we're technically merging criminal enterprises?" "Both." He pulls me onto his lap. "How are you holding up?" "I don't know. This morning we were celebrating a championship. Now we're planning a wedding while our fathers are being arraigned for racketeering." I lean against his chest. "This is insane."

"There's another issue we must address. The marriage." My stomach sank. I saw Braham tense beside me. "You married according to human law," the elder continued. "A civil ceremony. But you did not complete the traditional werewolf mating ritual. No marking. No bonding ceremony before pack witnesses. No sacred vows according to our customs." Murmurs grew louder.

and then I typed: “No blood tests needed because both are of legal age and Canadian citizens. Need marriage license. Where/when/who can get it? Searching the Internet? Does Merilee already know about this?” I consulted the book again, then went back to planning and typed: “Justice of the peace. The most fast as possible. If the wedding is outdoors, who can officiate? Religious or civil? M you probably don't mind that, as long as it's romantic." “With white lace, flowers beautiful, romantic vows. This is what she wants.”

“I want that too.” “Papá can have a priest to our house tonight. We will have a quick ceremony with his blessing. Then, Sunday, giving your family time to travel, we can have a real ceremony, a full mass. It won’t be as big as Jano and Mia’s, but it will satisfy the critics, and we’ll also have a license by then.” I lifted my hands to his wide chest and peered up at him. “We could be married tonight?” “With only my parents present. The cartel needs to lie low to see what tomorrow brings.”

She added after James stayed silent hearing those words. After leaving her cabin, he gestured the way we used to go when his therapy was conducted outside the department and in the garden area. When I sat on the bench, which was our usual spot, he finally opened his mouth saying, “I will not be registering our marriage, Palak. Even the pastor just said those words without actually blessing us like I asked him to. So, the ceremony wasn’t real at all.”