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Cool grey-brown eyes that were still closed, but I knew—somehow I already knew—they would see straight through me when they opened. This was not Ethan Voss. My breath froze in my lungs. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt. Every detail from the night before rushed back all at once: the wrong hands, the wrong scent, the wrong voice, the scar, the way he held me like I belonged to him. Who the hell is this man? My mind went completely blank for one terrifying second. Then one thought sliced through the silence, quiet, clear, and absolutely devastating. Who did I just sleep with?

“No one can take away our wedding. It was real, it was spur of the moment, and it’s ours.” Montana nods her head in agreement. I pull two pieces of paper from my shirt pocket. I open the first and pass it to her. “Let’s recite our own vows. These are the vows from our Vegas wedding.” “I can’t believe you brought these,” she chuckles, her eyes shining. “I love you so much.” “So, we’ll play along with your mom’s wedding ceremony tonight but recite our original vows.” I open my door, hurrying over to help my wife and the baby she’s carrying in her from the Jeep.

But in reality, it was two armies faking a truce with their swords at the ready at the first sight of weakness. The priest, unaware of the real nature of the two parties, was about to unite in holy matrimony. Alexander, a dashing young man clad in an equally exquisite tuxedo, waited patiently at the altar. With the announcement of the priest, he impatiently waited, as James, being the patriarch of the Bennett family, brought forth his bride, walking her down the aisle, to come to meet him. Randy shot him a death glare. Jennifer stood in front of Alexander. The couples exchanged vows and the time to unveil the bride came.

I couldn't help but get choked up as I walked down the aisle and renewed my vows to this man again. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I wanted it to be a surprise. I love you ladybug, and I will always love you.” he says as he holds my hands and kisses my lips. “I know a Vegas wedding isn't the best. But this is where it all started, and it's where I want to assure you... That I'm in it for the long run. I love you, Ladybug.” he says, as tears fall down his cheeks. “Forever and ever?” I say, looking at him through tears and smile.

“So that’s it then, I’m a cow to be sold to be sold to him? And if a higher bidder appears before I make it to the altar?” “Then you’ll have a new groom, but don’t think that I will hesitate to ruin your friend if you fail me.” "I can't believe you're doing this." Tears trailed down my face, staining my makeup. "The choice is yours." He extended his crooked elbow for me to hold. For the second time that day I walked down the aisle and when I came face to face with my current groom, I made him a vow of my own. “I will marry you, but I’ll never be a wife to you, I’ll never love you.”

Dillon and I turned to one another, and my breath hitched in my throat as we gazed into each other’s eyes. The minister, dressed like Elvis, asked in an Elvis twang: “Does anyone object to the marriage of these two people? If so, speak now or forever hold your peace.” “Don’t even think about it,” Cameron said, nudging Jordyn in the ribs. This made us all laugh. “No one objects,” Jordyn said. “Fabulous. Then would you like to share your vows?” Dillon and I looked at one another. Vows? We hadn’t thought about that. We’d come straight from France to Las Vegas, booked a chapel, picked up some clothes and come straight here.

"What's wrong with you, sicko?" I swallowed hard. "Is this the East part?" His forehead creased. "The fck are you saying?" I cupped my mouth as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Oh my God! D-Did I marry the wrong man?" He stared at me with furrowed eyebrows but he clenched his jaws and grabbed my shoulders. "What are you talking about? Are you saying you came to the wrong wedding? You were not sent by someone? You didn't hide my bride?"

he murmured, “I haven’t been honest.” My heart kicked. “About what?” “The night in Vegas.” His voice dropped lower. “We didn’t just get married.” I froze. “You remember?” I whispered. “Because I… I don’t.” His throat worked. “Not everything. But I remember enough.” Heat pooled in my stomach, heavy and slow. “What… what do you mean?” He stepped even closer, his breath brushing my cheek. “Before the chapel… before the rings… we were in my suite.” I swallowed tightly. “Doing what?”

I did not falter. When I reached the altar, the groom turned fully toward me. His hands trembled slightly. The priest raised his hands. “We gather under pack law and ancient witness,” he intoned, “to bind these two in union.” He turned to the groom first. “Do you vow loyalty to this woman before the pack, to protect her, to stand beside her as mate and wife?” “I do,” the groom said quickly, voice tight with nerves. The priest turned to me. “Do you vow loyalty to this man, to honor him before the pack, to stand beside him as mate and husband?”

“Then get up, Valerio Thorne. I’m not marrying you on your knees. I want you beside me, where you’ve always been.” He rose and crushed her to him, lips colliding in a kiss that tasted like fire and promise. The wedding was nothing like what either of them had ever envisioned. No guests. No extravagant ceremony. Just the two of them, a blade, and a vow spoken in a language older than Eros City itself. Valerio had called in Father Leto, the only man he trusted to officiate the blood vow in secret. The old priest arrived within the hour, cloaked in shadows, holding an ancient tome wrapped in velvet.