“Oh, they’re going to kill us because we’re dressed up,” Devon muttered, laughing softly to himself.

“I’m glad you’re home,” I called out, moving closer to Devon so we were shoulder to shoulder. They stopped just before the rug he had laid out in front of the tent, giving us a questioning look.

Then we got down on one knee.

“You better not,” Shepherd warned as he took everything in, his eyes widening as realization filtered in.

Devon produced two of the ring boxes, and I had the other one. We opened them and held them out.

“You all took on two omegas who couldn’t be more different, but somehow fit together perfectly,” Devon started, his voice cracking slightly. “I had all but given up on anyone accepting me, and Wren had just as many shadows, if not more.”

“Yet you are all here for us. Before you even knew I was pack, every one of you chose me before you knew that I was yours. I can’t even tell you how much that meant to me,” I continued on.

“This life we’ve created here was not one that I expected, but it’s more than I could have ever dreamed of. I have four sexy packmates that keep me on my toes and let me love on them as much as they love on me. A sweet baby is on the way. This is the final thing that we could ever want. So, we have one question.”

“Will you marry us?”

Nash had tears running silently down his face. Braxton had a hand in front of his mouth as if he was unsure how to process it, but I could now feel his excitement since we dropped the barrier between our bond.

Shepherd was shaking his head, looking both exasperated and excited.

“Fuck yeah, I’ll marry you,” Nash said, in all the eloquence my alpha had.

“I would love nothing more,” Braxton said. “It would be my honor.”

“I’d marry you both over and over in every life I’m given in this universe.” Shepherd’s words rang with conviction.

With that, they helped us both to our feet. Shepherd kissed me, hard and possessive, before going to Devon.

Braxton’s was next. His smile was beaming, his face glowing. He looked radiant. It was humbling to know that your love and being part of his life is what caused that.

I didn’t think anybody would ever be able to deal with my issues after my past—that they’d take one look at my panic attacks and run. Yet, they embraced me.

Finally, Nash was there, his love stealing my breath away.

“Is this the point where I get to take you upstairs and ravish you?”

“Since we’re not trying to traumatize anyone, no. Go upstairs and change into your suits. We have a wedding to attend.”

“Today?” Nash gasped, looking around to find his brothers rounding the corner, his family right behind them.

“Don’t we need someone to marry us?” Braxton started, over his words.

“We have that covered,” I promised. “Everything is set up. Why don’t you go get ready? Everyone else is welcome to the snacks,” Devon said. We had a few more things to set up while they got ready. It was going to be a chaotic day, but one that I would never forget.

And when they stood at the end of the aisle, Devon and I walking down arm in arm to greet them, I couldn’t keep my own tears at bay.

There was so much love flowing through the bond, the depth of it, something I never could have imagined would be possible to have.

Everything was simple but beautiful. Devon, as usual, had mixed both of our styles. It was classy, elegant, and understated in the best way.

We each held a bouquet of white and purple roses, waiting until we got to the end of the aisle before handing them off to Avery and Grace, who stood on either side.

Charlie stood behind our mates, a book in his hand as he started the ceremony. I don’t think I registered a single thing he said until we were repeating vows, eyes locked on each other as if the rest of the world didn’t matter.

“You may now kiss your bride and groom,” Charlie announced, all three moving at once, kissing one of us soundly before passing us to the others. A move we were all familiar with.

Even though we had been a pack for several weeks now, bonded, we still couldn’t keep our hands off each other.