Page 107 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

“I still remember the day you alphas barged into my quiet little library like you owned the place, tracking in about fifty pounds of mud. I thought I was just offering shelter from a storm, but who knew it would turn into a full-blown mating bond?” I say with a smile as everyone chuckles around me. “But here’s the thing: that crazy, heat-induced weekend? That was the beginning of my life. You didn’t just claim my body- you claimed my heart. And then you gave me something even bigger: a pack. A family. And four very loud, very adorable reminders of what we created together.”

“That’s beautiful,” says Damon, wiping my tears with his thumb.

“I love you all so much,” I continue. “Our journey hasn’t always been easy, but you’ve been my rock. Thank you for making me better, loving me when I thought I was unlovable, and not leaving me when I constantly pushed you away.”

“We’ll never leave you, sweetheart,” says Max, his eyes fiery.

The officiant looks at all four of us with a smile. “With the vows completed, I now pronounce you alphas and omega. Alphas, you may now kiss your omega bride.”

Damon takes my hands, and I know this is the happiest moment of my life as my heart swells. His large hand slides to the nape of my neck, fingers threading through my hair as he pulls me toward him.

His lips claim mine in a kiss that’s firm and possessive. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, demanding and thorough, and I melt against him, forgetting the audience entirely. When he finally releases me, I’m breathless, my lips tingling, and my pulse racing wildly.

“There you go,” he growls, and I fan my face, making the guests laugh.

Max approaches me next, and I smile.

His kiss is as different from Damon’s as his vows were—sweet and tender, his lips soft against mine. He places his hand over my heart, feeling my heartbeat as we kiss.

“My wife,” says Max, and I smile, glowing as he looks at me.

Gunnar snakes an arm around my waist to pull me flush against his hard body while his other hand grips my jaw.

His kiss is nothing short of filthy, open-mouthed and demanding, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in a blatant imitation of what he plans to do to me later. I whimper against his lips, my pussy clenching and throbbing in response. When he finally releases me, I sway on my feet, drunk on his taste, as the officiant discreetly coughs, his face slightly flushed as he tries to regain control of the ceremony.

I hear a few knowing laughs from the audience, and even Carmen looks amused when I dare glance her way.

Damon’s hand finds the small of my back, a gentle touch that sends butterflies fluttering through my stomach.

“Mine,” he growls softly in my ear before suddenly bending and lifting me onto his shoulder in one fluid motion.

I gasp in surprise, my hands instinctively grasping at his suit jacket as he straightens to his full height. From this position, I have a perfect view of our laughing, cheering guests as Damon turns to carry me back down the aisle.

“Damon!” I squeal, half-laughing, half-mortified, as my dress rides up slightly.

“Better hold that dress down, little omega,” Max teases from beside us, his hand coming up to pat my bottom playfully. “Unless you want to give everyone a preview of tonight.”

Gunner flanks Damon’s other side, his expression having returned to its usual seriousness, but I notice how his eyes keep darting to where my dress is hitched up over my thighs.

The guests rise to their feet as we pass, throwing handfuls of rice and flower petals that rain down around us like confetti. I catch glimpses of smiling faces—my mother wiping away tears, Francine bouncing little Luke on her hip, Carmen giving me a knowing wink while surrounded by her own pack of alphas.

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We reach the waiting limousine,its sleek black exterior adorned with white ribbons and flowers. The driver holds the door open, and Damon finally lowers me from his shoulder, setting me gently on my feet.

“In you go, my lovely wife,” he murmurs, his words making my belly clench with arousal.

I slide into the luxurious interior, immediately enveloped by the rich scent of leather and the combined pheromones of my alphas as they file in after me. Damon sits to my right, his thigh pressing against mine, while Max takes the spot on my left. Gunnar settles directly across from me, his knees nearly touching mine in the confined space.

As the door closes and the noise of the celebration fades, I let out a long breath and rest my head against Damon’s solid chest.

“We did it,” I whisper, feeling the tension drain from my body. “I can’t believe we actually had our wedding day.”

“Why wouldn’t we?” Max asks, his hand resting on my thigh.

I shrug, playing with the delicate lace on my dress. “After everything with Zorin, the pregnancy, the babies... sometimes it feels like I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop. It seems too good to be true.”

Damon’s hand finds mine, his fingers intertwining with mine. “You’re ours now. Officially.”

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