I’m openly crying now, but I don’t care. This moment is too perfect to worry about mascara. My mom hurries to give me a napkin, which I take gratefully.
Rex is next, his massive frame practically vibrating with intensity as he steps forward. He doesn’t take my hands—instead, he pulls me against his chest in a hug so tight I can barely breathe, his face buried in my hair.
“You’re it for me,” he growls, the words rough with emotion. “The only woman who’ll ever own my heart. My mate. My omega. I’ll protect you to my dying day.”
As soon as he releases me, Marcus steps forward, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that makes my stomach flip.
He cups my face with both hands, his touch possessive but gentle.
“I’ve waited my whole life for you,” he says, his voice a deep rumble that I feel in my chest. “And now that I’ve found you, I’m never letting go.” His thumbs brush across my cheeks. “I promise to spend forever making sure you’re happy. To give you everything you’ve ever wanted and things youdidn’t even know to ask for. I will love and protect you until my dying breath.”
“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you married,” says the officiant. He raises his voice. “You may kiss your bride.”
Ryker is first, his kiss deep and sweet, a promise of forever. Alaric follows, his lips soft against mine, his hand gentle on the back of my neck. Lorenzo’s kiss is playful, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips until I open for him with a gasp. Rex lifts me off my feet, spinning me once before setting me down and capturing my mouth in a kiss that leaves me breathless.
And then there’s Marcus, who doesn’t wait for me to catch my breath before claiming my lips with his own. His kiss turns filthy almost immediately, his tongue plunging into my mouth as one hand slides down to grip my ass through the thin material of my dress. I gasp against his lips, heat flooding my body at his boldness. The crowd erupts in cheers and wolf whistles, but I barely hear them over the roaring in my ears.
When he finally releases me, I’m panting, my lips swollen, my cheeks flushed. The alphas are grinning, looking immensely pleased with themselves.
“I now present,” the officiant says, his voice carrying over the laughter, “the Blackwoods and their wife, Anya.”
The crowd rises to its feet, applause breaking out as my alphas surround me, their bodies forming a protective circle as they lead me back down the aisle. I catch John’s eye as we pass. He looks completely stunned, but he’s smiling, giving me a thumbs up that makes me laugh. And beside him, my mother beams with pride, tears streaming freely down her face as she blows me a kiss.
As we reach the end of the aisle, Ryker leans down to whisper in my ear. “Ready to start the rest of our lives, Mrs. Blackwood?”
I look up at my five husbands. These men who chose me when no one else ever had, and the word "yes" doesn’t feel big enough.
So I say the only thing that matters.
“I’m yours.”
Thirty-Three
ANYA
The heat of Ryker’s body is warm against my body as he carries me through the doorway of the honeymoon villa. My wedding dress pools in his arms, the delicate fabric rustling with each step. My heart races with excitement as I take in our honeymoon villa, my eyes widening at the sight of the massive open living room with its soaring ceilings.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows is the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen.
“This is where you’ll be knotted by all of us,” Ryker growls. “Do you like it, baby?”
“It looks like paradise,” I breathe as I take in my surroundings. The living room opens to a spacious kitchen with marble countertops and stainless steel appliances. Beyond that, a terrace stretches out, overlooking the turquoise ocean. The sun hangs low on the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant shades of orange, pink, and purple that shimmer on the water. Palm trees sway gently in the evening breeze, their silhouettes dark against the colorful sky. “Just perfect for our honeymoon.”
“Perfect like you,” Lorenzo says from behind us. I turn to see him, Marcus, and Alaric following, all of them watching me with hungry eyes. “Our beautiful, pregnant omega wife.”
Heat floods my face at his words. Every step Ryker takes makes my soaked thong cling to my swollen pussy lips.
I am literally dripping.
Slick has already soaked through the lace and is sliding down my inner thighs. I place a protective hand on my belly, feeling the small but firm curve where our pup is growing, and a fresh gush of wetness leaks out of me.
Ryker leads us through the villa to the main bedroom. It’s a huge bedroom dominated by a circular-shaped king-sized bed with white sheets. The windows here also face the ocean, the sunset casting long shadows across the floor.
He sets me down carefully onto the floor, looking at me with lust in his eyes.
I stand there as five pairs of hungry eyes rake over my body in the mermaid wedding dress that still hugs every curve, especially my pregnant belly and fuller breasts.
Lorenzo’s fingers find the zipper at my back and slowly drag it down.
