Page 349 of The Gods Order

“Happy wedding day to me,

Happy wedding day to—”

A grunt leaves my lips as a fucking pillow smacks me in the face. I tear it away before it ruins my hair, then glare at my brothers. Who, for some reason, are glaring at me.

“If you keep singing happy wedding day to yourself, I’m going to lock you in the fucking bedroom, and you can miss the gods damn ceremony. We’re all getting married today, you asshole,” Creed snarls, and his gorgeous glowing white eyes blaze to life.

“I never said we all weren’t. Someone needs to take a chill pill from Vullie.”

“Riven, you’ve been singing ‘Happy wedding day to me,’ out loud for ten minutes straight,” Kyzen says, arching a brow at me.

“Oh.” I chuckle. “My bad. Of course we’re all getting married today.”

I’m just more excited for myself than them.

Technically, I proposed first.

“Happy wedding day to me,” I sing again, because honestly, I think they’re being dramatic.

A pillow flies across the room—again—but this time I catch it before it hits me.

“Really?” I ask, staring at Creed.

“No one likes you right now.”

“That’s impossible. I’m delightful.”

“You’re unbearable.”

Kyzen groans at the two of us, but there’s no bite behind it. Amick stares between us as though he’s trying to concoct a plan to run off and marry Thayla alone.

Not happening.

A knock sounds at the door that has the four of us whipping our heads in that direction.

“Oh my gods, it’s happening,” I cheer, running around in a circle, then I jump on Creed’s back. “It’s time. Holy fuck, I’m freaking out.”

He shoves me off just as Derivius steps into the living room.

His eyes move over each of us slowly as a smile tugs at his lips.

“Are you all ready?”

“Is she ready? She’s blocked our asses from feeling her,” Kyzen says.

“Oh, the little troublling is almost ready. I’m still genuinely surprised she’s ready to put up with you four for a lifetime.”

“Marriage ceremony or not, she was spending a lifetime with us,” Amick says.

I completely agree.

My head bobs up and down repeatedly.

Derivius chuckles softly, but his attention remains on us. He steps forward, approaching Creed first. He adjusts his collar, then grips both of his shoulders. Then Amick and Kyzen. As he steps to me, I look down at his trembling hands fixing something that probably wasn’t even crooked.

“You know I’m capable of dressing myself.”

“I’m aware.” He chuckles.