“Speaking of sisters…” Lucy sat up in bed, crossing her legs. “Valene wanted me to talk to you.”
“This can’t be good.”
“She wants you to help her introduce the idea of Wyatt as the perfect mate.”
“I have no doubt that he is her perfect mate ifshethinks so, but I can’t do anything to change the fact that he’s not an Alpha. If they get married, boom, they can’t live on Earth.”
“But Valene wants to stay with him as well as her family on Earth. It seems like a reasonable request.”
“I understand that and I applaud her, but if she marries Wyatt Campbell, a human sheriff, no matter how wonderful he is, they will have to move to Alpha-Prime to be together. I don’t make the rules.”
“We broke the rules to get what we wanted.”
Axel didn’t have an answer for that. “Maybe, but with this second wedding we’re paying a stiff price as punishment.”
Lucy shrugged. “The good news is that it’s only two more days until we have to get married again in grand splendor. I still have one more item to find to make this a perfect second wedding.”
“What’s that?”
“A sand-claw beast mask to wear under my veil.”
“Do not even think it.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else this.” He grabbed one foot and tickled her relentlessly until she swore on all that was sacred she wouldn’t look for a sand-claw beast mask to scare him during their second (and not most important) wedding.
He was too busy to notice her fingers crossed behind her back.
And then they were both too busy to care.
The End
