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Also unconventional was Simon’s choice of who would stand up with him. He had an older sister who was a beta and an older alpha brother, both of whom had moved away from Barrington, but who had come back for the wedding.

But when the organ began to play the wedding march, it was Hayden, carrying Junior with him, his belly noticeably round with baby number two, who proceeded Simon down the aisle.

“Isn’t there some unspoken rule about not having a pregnant omega serve as your man of honor?” Vivien whispered to me asHayden hammed it up for the wedding guests as he walked down the aisle. “Some superstition about how if you have a pregnant omega in your wedding party, you won’t be able to conceive for five years?”

“It’s a risk we’re willing to take,” I whispered back, laughing. Vivien didn’t need to know that Simon and I had decided we wanted to go through a few heats as master and slave before changing our relationship again by having a family.

Those thoughts were blasted out of my mind as Simon stepped into the archway at the back of the church.

He was and always would be the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen. As he walked down the aisle, accompanied by his parents, I could hardly draw breath. Simon wore a white suit accented with embroidery that was elegant without being too frou-frou. There were a few notable accents to his suit, including the mandarin collar and tight cuffs of the shirt under his jacket. Both were private symbols of his collar and wrist restraints, and the same went for the bands of red on his socks.

Even those details were minor compared to the pure joy and adoration in Simon’s eyes. I felt that adoration in my soul, and when Simon joined me on the altar, taking my hands as we moved to stand in front of the minister, I beamed right back at him.

“You look incredible,” I whispered, blinking rapidly to fight back tears.

“Stop,” Simon laughed, fighting not to cry as well. “You’ll make me cry, too.”

That sent the two of us into giggles that only stopped when the minister began the ceremony with, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this alpha and this omega in holy matrimony.”

I didn’t hear a word of the ceremony, and I only barely made it through my vows without stumbling. The ceremonywas for everyone else. Simon and I had already bonded. Our private ceremony of devotion would come later that night, after everyone else went back to their homes and their lives.

We would go on with our life together, too. And I was bound and determined to make it the most wonderful, magical life that Simon could imagine. Artemis was right to say that I had been working to turn my life around before I met Simon, but it was Simon who gave me purpose, and I would never forget that.

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