Page 94 of Talk About… Trouble

“You’re not wrong,” Devon said, holding up his phone and showing me a picture of a prison. “But I looked into it. We’ve all heard of alpha high-security prisons. That’s not where your abusers are. Because of the high profile of this case, they were sent closer to the capital. They were supposed to be kept separate in the alpha-only wing, so they are not in a prison with like-minded alphas. The alphas around them are not going to let this slide.”

“Good,” I said. “But I have a feeling we don’t have to get involved. Did you see those guards? They were over them already. I say we let natural karma take effect and we wash our hands of this entire thing. I’m ready to go home, be with my pack, and let it go.”

“And what do you want to do, omega?” Nash teased.

I flashed him a flirty smile, swaying my hips a little more as I took the lead, walking toward Shepherd’s SUV. They groaned behind me. We all knew exactly what I had in mind.

As I flooded the bond with my heated fantasies, the feel of my lust was enough to make the alphas growl low in their throats. They were too easy to mess with.

The moment we got home, this would be truly in the past. I had a pack that was ready to drop everything to defend me, do anything to make sure that justice was served.

But all I wanted was for them to take me home to our nest and let them promise me that no one would ever touch me again, except them.

Wren

Two Months Later

“We look incredible,” Devon said as we both stood in front of the mirror. He chose this adorable sheer dress for me in the same dark plum we wore on our dinner date. He now called itour color.

My stomach had just started to round in a soft, subtle bump that most probably wouldn’t notice, but I did.

Honestly, I was happy that it was part of this day.

Devon’s suit was black, mixed with hints of the same plum. Of course, it was tailored like usual, another suit that he had made just for him. The omega had style.

Everything was set up, and now we just had to wait for our pack to get back.

Devon and I had put up a rented tent, one that was for cozy pack dates and just big enough to fit us all. Fairy lights were strung up around the ceiling of it, a cute table on the floor filled with his latest charcuterie board of desserts and sparkling cider since I couldn’t have wine.

There was an array of pillows and small stools for us, everything covered in blankets and small pillows. The entrance flap was pinned back, giving us a view even when we stood outside.

When they got here, they wouldn’t see the full ceremony setup. Our reception would be out at Whitaker Ranch, but our closest family and friends were hiding in the house waiting for them to arrive and for us to pop the question.

Maverick and Cameron went to go wrangle up our alphas after they got a fake call to come help with some loose pigs in town. A little white lie to give us time to work out our plan.

“Do you think it’ll be too much having us propose and get married on the same day?” I asked, glancing at my omega whose confident smile didn’t waver.

“Baby, when have we ever been subtle?” he said. “We’re about as subtle as a strike of lightning.”

I chuckled as I fussed with my dress. Keeping the bond shut tight was exhausting. They definitely knew something was up the moment they realized it was a fake call, which should have happened about ten minutes ago. I could almost picture Maverick and Cam driving them in loops around town just to fuck with them.

Devon was the type to go all out for his endeavors, but wanted full control. The fact that he recruited so many people to help us pull this off was a true testament to how much he wanted this to happen, and how quickly.

We’d waited far too long for bonding bites, and I wasn’t about to wait even longer to get married.

Pack marriage ceremonies had to be officiated to count. Sure, we could register as a bonded pack, but this would take it a little step further. It gave us a few more privileges and securities that you don’t get with simple bonding.

Not that any of that mattered.

I simply wanted to have my dream wedding, and Devon was here making it happen.

“What is going on?” I heard Shepherd’s voice echo out around the house. They couldn’t see us from the driveway, and we’d been so lost in each other that we hadn’t heard them drive up.

“We’ll wait here,” Cameron said. “Walk around the house. Go find your omegas.”

“Little dove, firecracker, what are you two up to?” I heard Shepherd call out, followed by Braxton laughing like this was just another fun adventure. He always embraced the crazy with us, and I loved that about him.

Then they were rounding the corner. Shepherd was in his usual faded jeans, boots, and flannel. Nash in a vintage tee, tight-fitting jeans, and a smirk on his face. Our adorable beta was still wearing his scrubs from having to run into work earlier.

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