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“Perfect. May you get everything you deserve, Scar.”
“Thanks,” I mutter.
With my heart pounding in my ears, Robbie leads me over to the church, where my men are waiting for me.
The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow over the faces of Max, Tristan, Hugo, Miles, and Adam as we stand in a circle before the altar. The air is thick with anticipation, and I can feel the weight of their gazes on me, each one filled with love and devotion.
"Let's begin," I say softly, my voice steady despite the trembling in my heart. Walking toward them slowly.
Robbie lets me go, and stepping up to officiate the ceremony, one by one, each man steps forward to exchange vows with me.
Max goes first, his piercing green eyes never leaving mine as he slips a delicate band onto my finger.
"Scarlet, I vow to protect you, to cherish you, and to offer you my unwavering support as we journey through life together," he murmurs, determination etched into every word.
Next is Tristan, his blonde hair falling into his playful green eyes. "Scarlet, my love for you knows no bounds, but remember, my obsession with you has not abated. I promise to stand by your side, to laugh with you, and to fight for our love every single day."
Hugo's turn comes, his gentle touch sending shivers down my spine. "Scarlet, you are my guiding light, my beacon in the darkness. I pledge to be there for you in times of joy and sorrow, and to cherish the love we share."
Miles, ever the quiet and mysterious one, steps forward next. His brown eyes convey a depth of emotion that words could never capture. "Scarlet, our love transcends understanding, and I promise to honor it by always being true to you and our shared path."
Finally, it's Adam's turn – the passionate artist with a thirst for blood, whose creativity has captured my imagination time and time again. He gently takes my hand as he gazes into my eyes, his voice soft and tender. "Scarlet, you are the muse that inspires my every stroke. I vow to paint our love story on the canvas of life, together and forever."
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I look around the circle, overwhelmed by the love that surrounds me. This ceremony may not be traditional, but the vows we've exchanged carry a significance far beyond any conventional marriage. At this moment, we pledge ourselves – heart and soul – to one another, promising to support each other and rule Origin together.
As the echoes of our vows fade into the night, I'm filled with a sense of unity and purpose unlike anything I've ever experienced before. We have chosen an unconventional path, but in doing so, we have forged a bond stronger than any obstacle we may face. Hand in hand with these five incredible men, I am ready to step into the unknown, confident that we will conquer whatever challenges lie ahead.
Robbie pronounces us men and wife, and grinning, he pops open a bottle of champagne and starts pouring it into the glasses we brought as well in the picnic basket.
"Let's make a toast," Miles says, his gaze locking onto mine. "To us. Always and forever."
"Always and forever," Adam adds, his strong hand resting on my ass as he looks around at the rest of the men. "No matter what challenges we face, we'll overcome them together."
"Here's to our unbreakable bond," Hugo toasts, raising a glass toward the center of the circle. We clink our glasses together, sealing our commitment to one another.
"From this moment forward," Max declares, his tone filled with determination, "we are united, bound not only by our love for Scarlet but also by our shared goals."
As we drink from our glasses, I feel an electrifying surge of energy pass through our connected hands. The strength of our commitment is palpable, and I find myself marveling at how far we've come together.
"It's time to show the world what we're capable of,” I say with a slow smile, thrilled with this entire evening. "Here's to us.”
"Here's to us," they echo, sealing our commitment with fervent kisses that awakens a wild passion within us.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Scarlet
Sunlight floods the room, bathing me and my five husbands in a warm, golden glow. Our entwined limbs form an intricate tapestry of desire and passion, each one uniquely intertwined with the others. The sound of birdsong fills the air, a melodious symphony that celebrates the dawn of a new day.
"Good morning," I murmur, my voice barely audible amidst the gentle chorus of the morning. My husbands stir around me – Max, his strong arms wrapped protectively around my waist; Miles, his head resting tenderly on my chest; Tristan, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my thigh; Hugo, his breath hot against my stomach; and Adam, his legs tangled with mine beneath the soft silk sheets. We are a pile of love, and I couldn’t be happier.
"Morning, baby girl," Max replies, his deep voice resonating through me.
As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our wedding night, I reflect on the path that led us here. As Overseer of Origin, I have been granted more power than most people could ever dream of. But with that power comes responsibility, and it's not just the weight of my position that bears down on me now – it's the knowledge that there are forces within the Secret Society that seek to undermine me. Forces that would do anything to see me fall.
"Scarlet," Miles says softly, his eyes filled with concern as he reads my thoughts. "Don't let them get to you. We're here for you, all of us. Together, we're stronger than any threat they could pose."
"Indeed," Tristan murmurs, his usually playful tone replaced by one of steely determination. "We won't let them tear us apart."
