“Get it!” Alina yelled with a wink.
Lo blew me a kiss back as Bex hung on Deva’s arm and stared at me with so freaking much love in her eyes. The sentiment was a stark contrast to the colder witch who made me laugh at her tough exterior when I knew how gooey her heart actually was now.
Bex, Alina, Deva, Alora, and I had grown closer over the past several years, bonding over our time at Dark Imaginarium Academy. Between their friendship, and the ones I’d gained with Lo and Jade through Alina, my life wasn’t lacking for an abundance of love and support.
We were missing Zurie, all of the archangels and Ris, but understood why they wouldn’t be able to come since the wedding was in Hell. The only other person missing was Pan, but I knew deep down that she was watching over us and smiling.
“Treat my sister well, or else!” Alora yelled, making everyone around us chuckle.
My friends and family knew just how well my monsters treated me, but I loved the way Alora was still fiercely protective of me nonetheless.
As Lucien guided me toward the path that led us to the exit, his thumb brushed over my hand gently. “Have I told you that you are the most stunning person I’ve ever laid eyes on, wife?” he asked, making a warmth crawl up my cheeks.
Our eyes met, and I smiled widely in return. “Only about one-hundred times today, husband.”
I wasn’t sure if I would ever tire of calling the three of them my husbands now.
Speaking of, I asked, “Where did Kylo and Elwin go?”
A coy smile tugged his lips up, and I instantly knew the three of them were up to something. I’d let them have their secrets for now, knowing they wouldn’t cause any real mayhem on our wedding day, so I didn’t push the subject as he remained quiet.
When we reached the end of the brick path, Ama and her mates Drayven, Finias, Adrien, Colt, Damien, Nico, Luce, and Jace waited for us beside a white carriage.
A huge smile pulled my lips up at the sight of the people who had initially taken us into their home and given us the opportunity to be a part of a true family. They never made us feel like add-ons, simply accepting us into their lives from the very first family dinner we’d gone to. After spending a couple years with them on breaks from DIA, Hell truly had come to feel like home every time we came back.
When we felt fully settled in that fact, we asked to build our home on their land, and both Ama and Adrien cried a little. I was still pretty sure Finias shed a few tears, but he’d never admit to it no matter how hard Alora and I teased him about it.
The dark elf stepped forward, his calm exterior cracking as he pulled me into his arms, murmuring, “You looked absolutely beautiful today, princess.”
It was funny the way Alora hated being called princess, claiming that it reminded her of her duties to the realm. Apparently Ama had been the same way. But for me? I loved it. I remained in a state of shock pretty much every day since they announced to the realm that I was now a crowned princess alongside Alora, officially adopting me and my monsters into the family in every way they could.
The term was a reminder of their love for us, and I would never, ever take that for granted.
“Hand her over, asshole,” Drayven grumbled, making me laugh at their love-hate relationship that apparently never ended.
Each of my adopted dads made their rounds giving us all hugs, offering congratulations and words of love for us all. I was left with the feeling of a heart overflowing with more love than I ever thought possible for one person to feel.
Ama waited for me at the end of the line, opening up the carriage door as I approached. Her smile was warm as I wrapped my arms around her, breathing in her sweet rose scent that brought me so much peace and comfort. In every way that mattered to my heart, she had truly become my mother. As she pulled back to press a kiss to my forehead, the overwhelming feeling of needing to make sure Ama knew exactly how I felt about her pressed against the front of my mind.
“Enjoy your time tonight, sweet girl. We’ll see you after your honeymoon in Divinus.”
I shoved down the nerves that bubbled up as I opened my mouth, knowing this was absolutely the right moment.
“Thanks, Mom.”
A gasp fell from her lips as tears welled quickly in her eyes. We didn’t need to exchange more words, just hugging one more time as she sniffled and nodded before Lucien helped me into the carriage.
It was a short ride to our home, and before I knew it, Lucien was nudging me out of the comfortable spot I’d found in the crook of his arm. “Come on, angel, we’re home. Elwin and Kylo are waiting for us.”
Excitement fluttered in my core with the knowledge that my mates were a bunch of romantics.
As we walked through the door of our home, a sight of enchanting beauty greeted me. The interior was adorned with a lavish display of white roses and flickering candles, creating the same atmosphere that our wedding had provided to us. It was as if they’d brought a little part of the wedding back home with us.
Every corner of our home seemed to be touched by this transformation. White roses cascaded from vases on tables, countertops, and even the windowsills, their pristine petals catching the gentle light. The candles were strategically placed throughout our home, their warm glow casting dancing shadows on the walls and giving the room an intimate, cozy ambiance.
The soft fragrance of the roses perfumed the air, wrapping the space in an air of elegance and romance.
Elwin and Kylo emerged together from the kitchen, with a bottle of champagne and glasses in hand.
