Page 24 of His Wild Attraction

“Oh my God! I hope not,” Meredith snickered.

“It’s an expression,” Des replied, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, a gross one.”

“Okay, that’s enough. It is my wedding day and I say be kind to one another, ladies,” I said, ever the diplomat.

Sofia walked in next, and her smile matched the others when she looked at me in my dress. I turned to face her, nervously touching the cream-colored Gerbera daisy pinned in my hair along with some greenery instead of a veil.

“Oh, Ellie, you look amazing.”

She handed me the matching bouquet, and grinned. I faced the women. All three of them were dressed in beautiful, simple, tea length dresses.

They were ivory silk with matching belts made of silver, blue, and pink, and black ribbons tied around their waists. Those ribbons were a theme in the decorations as well.

I just loved them.

Their bouquets matched mine. Cream colored Gerbera daisies and a wealth of greenery with the same silver, blue, pink, and black ribbons trailing from them.

Oh, and the best part, everything was sprayed with glitter. Tons of it. And I had to admit I loved that, too.

“Are you ready?” Sof asked, and I looked at each woman, one by one.

Sof, Des, and Mer were the real wives of wolves. These women were fiercely loved and protected by their men.

They knew the deal with me and Andres. They knew I’d asked him to marry me to help protect my son.

I didn’t count as one of them. But looking at them, I felt this longing in my soul. This horrible hope that maybe, just maybe, I could be.

I swallowed.

“We, um, we got you a little something, Ellie,” Meredith said, stepping away from the others, her hand outstretched.

I looked down at the tiny box and frowned, opening it.

“Oh wow,” I said.

Inside was a gold locket on a thin chain. There was a moon and a howling wolf carved on it with intricately woven vines and flowers. When I opened it, I almost cried. Inside was a picture of Sammy, his face turned up in a bright smile, and on the other side, was me and Andres.

I don’t know where they found that picture, but I recognized the shirt as the one I had on. It was the one I wore at that same Sourdough Sunday lunch when Andres took me home.

The day I, well, the day I jumped him.

I closed the locket and traced the wolf carved on the outside.

“Here, let me put it on you,” Meredith said, and I turned around and allowed her to place the chain around my neck.

Was Andres a wolf?

Was he like the others? Like those big, possessive alpha men who were totally obsessed with their wives?

I’d only heard whispers about their husbands.

The things they were capable of. The things they’d done to protect their women, and I wondered.

Hell.

I had no idea if Andres was a wolf or not. But he wasn’t obsessed with me.

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