Page 128 of Shattered Omega

The officiant began to speak, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her, barely registering the words he was saying. My omega was trembling, and whenever she dared peek up, I saw the glittering tears that were flooding her cheeks.

The officiant seemed a little concerned, but no one else understood.

When it was her turn to speak, Roxy handed her a folded piece of paper and then had to help her open it since her fingers were shaking so badly.

This part, they could see, with her quivering lip and glassy eyes, but it was only a small piece of what she was. The other half, the part of her spirit that lit the bond, that part was a thousand times more than what the world would ever know. She was so bright and full of joy that I wasn’t surprised she was shaking. I don’t think there was any physical manifestation in the world that could truly reflect who she was right now.

But that was okay, because we knew.

Tears still tumbled from her cheeks, smudging the ink on the piece of paper as she tried, again and again, to speak her side of the vows. And finally, when she was finished, I plucked the handkerchief from my breast pocket and handed it to her, and she wiped away her tears before I stepped forward.

“Oh—I uh…” The officiant seemed thrown.

I didn’t know why.

This was perfect.

Everything was as it should be.

It was then that I realised that, despite all of her attempts, Shatter hadn’t managed to speak a single word. Yet everything she’d meant to say had come through the bond already. I took Shatter’s hand in mine, finding the ring from my pocket.

The first piece of three.

A thousand demons I’d faced in my life, and every battle was worth it to get to this moment, yet never had my hand trembled as much as it did right now.

Oh. Well, fuck we couldn’t both be shaking.

Her delicate fingers blurred in my vision and the ring wouldn’t stay steady. I tried to take a breath.

This was important.

She needed me to pull myself together.

Her other hand took mine, steadying it somehow despite her own nerves, and I looked back into golden eyes that glittered with a thousand joyful tears in the setting sun.

My chest unwound, my breath came again, and finally, my head steadied. I slipped the ring onto her finger, suddenly captivated by the way it looked. The first part of the hexagon pattern, unfinished and waiting for completion.

For my brothers.

I felt a broad smile on my face as I lifted her, drawing her into a kiss.

The officiant was saying something, but I didn’t hear much, just a rushed “You may kiss…”

The words vanished as my lips met hers.

Her fingers wound through my hair.

When I leaned back, she was clutching me desperately, eyes bright, and tears finally clearing.

“I love you, too, Little Nightshade.”

RANSOM

I don’t know if I’d been able to take a full breath of air since the moment I’d seen her in that white dress. It was beautiful, cream white, and thin enough to flow in the light wind, with two thin straps that left all her bites revealed—bite’s she’d embraced with pride.

Even from here, I could see mine; a mark that was once black, now pearly white and glittering in the sun.

I hadn’t seen anything in the world with such beauty as when I stared down the aisle at my bride.

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