I peck her lips again, “I’m going to double it from today.”
“So…”
If Seiji thinks I won’t make him pay for almost giving me a heart attack on my wedding day and ruining this for Grace, the man is delusional.
“Yes, you can eat that cake, but only the parts not touching the floor and get a plate, for god’s sake,” Before Grace even finishes her sentence, both kids dive into the top part of the cake.
My bride smiles at the idiots before wrapping a napkin around the front of August’s suit so he wouldn’t ruin his cute little maroon velvet suit.
I’m going to fill her up with a baby as soon as we’re alone tonight.
After Nevaeh asks Khatri to keep an eye on her little boy and the big idiot, Anxo drags me out so I’m ready before the guests arrive. The girls quickly steal my mate, so I have no choice but to follow him.
Placing my suit next to me, Anxo runs out to get himself ready, yelling about me doing the same. Instead of doing that, I sit on my bed and keep thinking about everything thatcouldgo wrong and spiraling down a rabbit hole.
What if I act like an idiot and Grace figures out my good looks are just on the outside and inside, I’m nothing but a pile of garbage? Wait—I think she knows that already. Why else would she say yes when I proposed if she didn’t want this or had doubts about us?
Anxo comes back to stand before me in a black suit with golden embroidery and finds me sitting like a statue, still in my sweats and sweating about ruining my own day. Instead of hurrying or pushing me to talk, he drops down beside me and waits until I’m ready to stop spiraling and voice my fears.
I know he can tell I’m shitting myself because, let’s be honest,Anxo always knows. Ever since we met, Anxo has hovered over me like an older brother whenI’mactually the older one. He has made sure I’m more than prepared, whether it’s my duties as a Horseman or my relationship with the light of my life.
“What if I’m not good enough for her? What if I’m holding her back from being genuinely happy? What if being with me makes her an even bigger target for my enemies, and I fail to protect her? There are just so many ways I can fuck up Anxo.” I bury my head in my hands when the room starts spinning.
I think I’m about to throw up.
“What if you don’t?” I scoff when the man finally says something, and it’s not even good advice. The one day I needthis asshole to give me a big speech to boost my confidence, he’s giving me the stupidest advice.
What if I don’t fuck up?What a load of bullshit.
“What if you make her smile every day and keep trying your best so that smile never dims? What if you protect her from the world while protecting your relationship from the doubts threatening to destroy your bond? What if youdon’tfuck up?”
Huh. He’s right. Why am I only focusing on what I could do wrong when I have so much more to offer? I’ve craved someone to love all my life, and now that I have the perfect woman to share my life with, why am I only fixating on ruining it? I would rather hurt myself than hurt my little human.
My eyes stay glued to Anxo and sting when I let myself imagine his version of my life. “I want to give her everything her heart wants.”
Chuckling like I said something funny, he nudges my shoulder. “Then it’s a good thing you’re marrying her today because the only thing her heart wants isyou.”
I lean on his shoulder when his arm comes around my shoulders. With a shaky chuckle, I breathe out and compose myself. Nevaeh might be right; I am a dumbass. Why else am I sitting here and sulking when my mate is waiting for me to show up at the altar for her?
Abruptly Seiji barges in, screaming at the top of his lungs, “What the fuck are you doing? It’s too late to change your bride, Harvey! Nevaeh will skin you alive if you steal Anxo from her. Grace is youronlyoption now. Go. Change.” He yanks me up before chucking my suit at me.
“Where’s my flower and ring boy?”
August flies into the room holding a small basket of Grace’s favorite flowers and pats the small pockets of his suit to show where the rings are. The determination on his face doesn’tsurprise me. He is the most dedicated to this wedding after Grace and me.
August had an opinion abouteverything. The cake, the flowers, the dress my mate chose. He all but threw a tantrum to stop me from getting the plain black suit I wanted because it wasn’tuniqueenough.
It was a long process, but we finally agreed on one which, despite being all black, had strings of ruby-red stones embroidered on the sleeves. When I saw the little werewolf and Seiji high-five in ‘secret’, I knew my torture was pre-planned. I never really had a choice, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t love the suit.
Standing on the stage waiting for my bride is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. Seiji’s dad, who is officiating the ceremony, gives me the ‘before I do’ talk to ease my nerves, which helps immensely.
Seiji decorated the entire Castle of War for this day. I can’t name half the flowers he used to decorate the back garden facing the waterfall. The rushing body of water surely helps create a more magical atmosphere.
Before me, the chairs divided into two sections are all filled, and the guests are equally eager for my bride to walk in any moment.
An unfamiliar soft melody starts playing, and I glance to my side to see two centaurs playing harps to announce the first duo walking the long path.
A thick forest-green suit adorns Seiji. The jacket is a mesmerizing shade of dark green, and the lower end is pinned with numerous gold accessories. I don’t think this man has ever had a bad outfit day. Beside him is my close friend, or as people call her—my soul twin.
