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Michael's father asked me if surprising Michael like this out of the blue was a good idea.

"The last time I threw him a surprise party, he didn't enjoy himself," his father said.

"It's fine. Things are different now," I assured him.

"Guys, shh," Draven said.

"Otis just texted, they're walking to the front door now," Zane added.

I gave Matthew a nod. Initially, I planned on holding Michael's surprise party at our cabin, but it was too small to fit everyone.

So, I ended up asking Zane and Otis if I could host the party at their home. The couple had no problems with it.

The lights went out, and through the mate mark, I could sense Michael's excitement and nervousness.

I had a feeling Michael knew what I was up to over the past few weeks, but he graciously played along and pretended to be clueless all this time.

The front door opened, and Otis walked in first, then Michael.

"Why is it so dark in here?" Michael asked.

"Surprise!" Tobias, Draven's mate, was the first one to yell.

Michael jumped, wide-eyed.

The room exploded with cheers and applause, and the lights flicked back on.

Michael's expression shifted from shock to a brilliant smile as he took in the sight of all his friends and family gathered around.

"You guys!" Michael exclaimed, laughter bubbling up as he scanned the room. "You really got me this time."

I stepped forward, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Happy birthday, Michael,” I told my mate.

He hugged me back, his warmth and happiness radiating through our bond.

"Thank you, Doyle. This is amazing,” he said.

"See?" I said, glancing at Matthew. "Told you he'd like it."

Matthew chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. You were right,” he said.

"Come on, let's get the party started!" Draven announced, leading the way to the living room where a table was laden with food and drinks.

As the party got into full swing, I watched Michael move through the crowd, his eyes shining with joy.

He caught my eye and mouthed, "Thank you."

I winked at him, feeling a surge of pride and love.

This was exactly what he needed—a reminder that he was surrounded by people who cared about him, who were willing to go out of their way to make him happy.

Michael made his way back to me, slipping his hand into mine.

"This is perfect," he said softly.

"I'm glad you think so," I replied, squeezing his hand. "You deserve all of this and more."

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