“They were contacted, and I believe they are as relieved as I am,” he replied.
The chaos had been nonstop, and I was looking forward to everything settling down.
“I got the money from the hospital settlement. How do I transfer it to the foundation for our scholars?” Grace asked.
“I’ll help you with that this week.” I sat back down. “Should we play another round?”
“Can we go out for ice cream? My treat. After all, I should spend some of it on ice cream,” Grace said.
“I like that idea,” Evan said.
“Yes, and then go swimming,” Riley added.
“That sounds great.” As long as I got to spend time with my pack. The past few months had shown me not just how much they meant to me, but how strong they were, we were.
After all, we were the Thanukos pack. And I expected no less.
Chapter Seventy
Evan
Nine months later
“You look fantastic,” my sister Sonja said. She straightened my gold bowtie as I got ready in a room the estate had for this purpose.
“Thanks. I’m a little nervous,” I admitted as I examined myself in the mirror.
Sonja was one of my attendants, wore emerald green, and looked fantastic, her braids even matching. My sister was tall fora beta, and curvy like Riley. She and her wife had come down from Portland for the weekend.
Today was the day I married Grace. After her being in our lives for well over a year, we were finally having our enormous fantastic wedding.
Actually, theEnormous Fantastic Weddingpeople had reached out to us about filming it for their show. Even if Brennan hadn’t been absolutely against it, I didn’t want to share this with the world.
Just the people we cared about.
Riley’s phone beeped, and she looked at it. “Grace looks amazing in her dress.”
“Grace is just amazing,” I laughed. While I hadn’t been permitted at her fittings, I’m sure she looked incredible.
Riley was dressed in a long, dark rose dress, and looked so grown up.
“Is Sasha coming?” I glanced at my phone, where she’d never answered my texts.
She was supposed to be one of my attendants, too. We’d gotten her a plane ticket, a hotel, and a dress. Sasha was here in Rockland, though she’d missed the rehearsal yesterday, because she’d had an exam and needed a late flight.
“She’s coming,” Sonja promised.
“Yeah, I mean she hasn’t tried to guilt trip you about getting married in weeks,” Riley replied, texting someone as she sat on a chair. Probably her boyfriend.
“True.”
“It’s probably because she’s actually seeing someones,” Riley added.
Sonja turned to her and frowned. “What? She’s not seeing anyone. How do you know that?”
Riley rolled her eyes. “She has secret social media accounts where she posts about her actual life. Though dumbass didn’tmake it private. Like I can’t find her just because she uses another name. Amateur.”
“You are absolutely terrifying sometimes.” Sonja chuckled.
