Page 126 of Shattered Omega

“Right, but?—”

“I do not owe Mord Sato a favor just for you to get cold feet on the fucking ring.” Decebal’s voice came floating from up the steps. I glanced to see him approaching, dressed in a white button-up and shorts. Upon his head was the most offensive and ridiculous straw hat I’d ever seen. Probably good, since he was pale as death and might burn to a crisp in five seconds flat otherwise.

“I was going to ask if you were nervous, but I think it’s rather obvious,” Decebal chuckled.

I had been having trouble taking a full breath since I’d woken up this morning. She was not far off, in a room somewhere, getting ready with Roxy, unknowingly preparing to walk down the aisle to us.

“Do you think maybe the surprise has gone a bit far?” I asked. “What if she runs?”

She had fled with the ring.

Ransom snorted. “I am pretty fucking sure she’d stress more than you if she knew what was coming.”

“What if she’s upset its not Disneyland?”

“Already got it covered,” Umbra said, straightening his button-up. “Backup tickets booked in case that’s an issue.”

“We’re… going to Disneyland for real after this?” I asked.

Umbra shrugged. “If she wants to.”

“Wait,” I said, a bit offended. “I want to.”

“Well then, guess we’re going.”

SHATTER

“I can’t do it.”

“Yes, you can, girl.”

“N-no, you don’t understand. I really don’t—” I cut off as Roxy seized me. I couldn’t walk down the aisle—aisle, as in a wedding. A wedding—because I’d finally figured it out.

On a beach.

Oh no.

I was going to throw up.

“Shatter. Look at me. You’re going to be fine.”

“Roxy,” I hissed. “Help me. I’m going to cry the whole time.”

“You’re allowed to cry the whole time.”

“No, I’m not?—”

“It’s your wedding. You can do whatever you want.”

I turned at a knock on the door, and it cracked open. I panicked for a moment; if it was one of my pack—they weren’t supposed to see!

But instead, I saw a familiar face and my mouth popped open in shock.

“Aunty…?” My voice was weak, my heart suddenly in my throat.

Aunty Lauren?

She wore a neat skirt and button up with a small brown purse held tight to her chest. She was everything I remembered, down to the gentle look in her kind eyes.

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