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“Rex Rothsbourne, I’d like to introduce you to your bride. Stephanie Taylor.”

CHAPTER 16

REX

My beautiful baby girl stares up at me, mouth agape, as she reaches out her hand. Her actions say she doesn’t believe I actually exist. Poor, naïve, little girl.

I grab her hand in my grasp, noting the tremble to her fingers. “Shhhhh, love. I got you.”

“I... How? Did- did you know?”

The officiant leans over, a wide grin on his face. “Some pairings seem downright mythical, don’t they? The genetic selection committee is a thing of beauty. I take it you two know each other?”

“We do,” I growl, my gaze never leaving Stephanie.

“Ahh. Kismet. I love it. I still have to do the ceremony, though. If it’s okay with you both, I’d like to proceed.”

“Please. And do hurry. If you have a shorter version, I’d much appreciate that. It’s time I start truly living with the omega made for me.”

Such a pretty blush flushes her cheeks as she tries to look away. But I don’t let her. Not now. Not when I’m this close to possessing her in every way possible.

I squeeze the tiny omega’s hand, giving her what strength I’m able to, urging her gaze back to mine. Her expression isunreadable, but that doesn’t matter. Once she’s in heat and I claim her, I’ll know all her secrets.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together to watch as I join this Alpha and omega together in holy matrimony. Remember, though this is only for six months, it is a legally binding marriage.”

“That means you’re mine, little Stephanie,” I purr, running my thumb over her knuckles. “All mine.”

Her eyes bulge out a little as she swallows. To be fair, she probably had no idea how I felt about her. Not to this extent. This is quite possibly the biggest shock of all.

“Yes. Well,” the officiant clears his throat. “May I present to you, Rex Rothsbourne, whom you already apparently know. What his friends and family would like you to know-”

“I’m sure she knows me well enough by now,” I interject. “What isn’t covered in the tabloids, she’ll soon find out.”

“Please,” the officiant whines. “I’m just doing my job.”

With a heavy sigh, I reach into my breast pocket and pull out a few larger bills. “How much is speeding this up worth to you? I have quite the honeymoon planned.”

My friends and family laugh, but poor little Stephanie just looks mortified. That isn’t my plan at all, but honestly, I do wish the man would stop droning on and on. It would be different if we’d never even met before. That’s just simply not the case.

His gaze darts about the room before he extends his hand. “Miss, is there anything you would like to know?”

“Yes,” she barks out. “What about Brody?”

It’s my turn to frown now. “What about him?”

“I- He- I mean-. Never mind. There’s apparently nothing I need to know.”

“Very well.” He turns to me. “What would you like to know about Stephanie?”

A smirk tilts the edges of my lips as I move in a bit closer. “How do you really feel about being married to such an old man like myself?”

“Sir. That’s not the type of questions-”

I reach into my pocket and pull out another bill. Like the corrupt official he is, he takes it and remains silent.

“You said it yourself. You’re not all that old.”

“Wise answer. Now then, officiant, if you’ll marry us so we can be on our way.”

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