Chapter 127
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Taya Quinn POV
I was not ready for how fine my man looked when I walked into our room. Like, full body halt in your damn tracks level of fine. The door creaked open and I was mid sass about my heels when 1 froze.
Rylen Verric, Mr. Stoic, always grumpy, borderline feral Beta, was standing there in a goddamn tuxedo. A tuxedo.Tailored black. Dark shirt. No tie. Top buttons open just enough to flash the tiniest tease of his tan skin and that sharp ass collarbone I liked to bite when we…
Focus Taya!
Zuki was drooling, literally. “Oh. My. FUCKING. GODDESS. “Marry him. Mate him. Mount him. Right here. Right now. Floor looks clean enough.”
I blinked. “What… in the holy hot hell are you wearing?”
He gave me that slow ass smirk that could’ve gotten me pregnant if I wasn’t already synced to his scent. “You said you liked the way I looked in black. Figured I’d ruin you for every other man permanently.”
Zuki purred. “Too late. We’ve already been ruined. That man has warlord energy and I am one bad decision away from howling.”
I dropped my bag on the floor and took a step in, eyes narrowing. “You already did that when you took me on the kitchen counter, babe.”
That smug bastard chuckled, and then, in one slow, smooth motion, he dropped to one knee. I stopped breathing. My heart straight up glitched.
Zuki stood up suddenly, “Wait. WAIT. Is this happening?! IS THIS FUCKING HAPPENING?!”
“Rylen?”
He didn’t answer at first. Just looked up at me with those molten brown eyes that never blinked when I was in pain, that always found me in a crowd, that knew me like no one else ever did. Then he pulled out a little velvet box and opened it.
I swear the world tilted.
Zuki was going bat shit insane “Bitch. That’s a diamond. That is a capital–D Diamond. This ain’t no wolfy ‘here’s my scent mark and a hickey‘ bullshit. He’s going full Hallmark channel and I’m feral for it.”
“Taya Quinn,” he said, his voice low and wrecked with emotion, “I know wolves usually skip the fanfare. Just the bite, the bond, and done. But you’re not just a wolf, are you? You’re fire and chaos and light and the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Oh. Shit. My soul just melted.
“I heard you once,” he went on, “telling Amaris how you dreamed of a human wedding. The dress, the flowers, the whole fucking fairytale. And you deserve that. You deserve everything. So if you’ll have me, I want to give you a ring. I want to do this right, for you.”
Zuki screamed, “THIS MAN. I will never let you complain again. He bought a fucking ring, Taya. A rock. With sparkles. For YOU.”
I was sobbing and hyperventilating at the same time, making this wheeze snort scream noise that was not cute, but whatever. I was
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unhinged.
“Rylen, you motherfucker, YES!” I shrieked, actually jumping in place like some manic bunny hopped up on moonshine. “YES, I’LL MARRY
YOU!”
He slid that ring on my finger…holy GODDESS, that DIAMOND, and I launched myself into his arms, knocking him flat on his back with a squeal.
Zuki growled and purred, “Claimed. Bagged. Tagged. Officially yours. Put a ribbon on that man, I am UNWELL.”
“I’m gonna be Mrs. Verric,” I whispered in his car like a damn psycho, biting his jaw just to prove a point.
“You’ve always been mine,” he growled, wrapping me tight. “Now the world will fucking know it.”
We finally stood up after I made out with him for a solid ten minutes on the floor. I couldn’t stop staring at the ring. It sparkled like it had actual moonlight trapped inside.
Zuki gushed, “That’s not a ring. That’s a whole ass PLANET. You’re a goddess now. Bow down, peasants.”
He offered me his arm like some tuxedo clad knight out of a dream, and I looped mine through his with a grin that could split the stars.
“Let’s go announce this shit.”
The feast hall was already glowing with firelight, buzzing with laughter, the smell of meat and honeybread hitting me like a hunger spell. I strutted into that hall like the sparkly ass queen I was, diamond blazing and smile feral.
Zuki was going feral in my mind. “Someone better start planning a bachelorette party with actual fire. I’m talkin‘ bonfires and strippers. We ride at dawn.”
Oh, they were gonna LOSE. THEIR. SHIT. And I couldn’t fucking wait.
Elowen POV
I paused just beyond the dressing screen, my fingers twitching against the cool silk of the deep blue gown. Lyssira growled softly in support. “Show them. Make them ache.”
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