Page 67 of Wed Or Dead

Love.

“But the real question is…” Gage’s voice had deepened and his focus was on her. Totally. “Just why the hell did she marry me?”

The wolves were watching. Her brother stared with wide eyes.

Kayla didn’t speak.

Jonah cleared his throat. “Um, see, man, there was this mission…”

Gage shoved her brother away. Shamus grabbed Jonah’s arm before he could charge back at him.

“Was it just the mission?” Gage wanted to know. “Tell me, Kayla.”

Kayla shook her head. He had to hear the mad galloping of her heart. The drumbeat filled her ears. So loud.

“Then why?”

So many eyes on them.So many. She knew how important this moment was. To the wolves. To her.

To Gage.

She lifted her right hand—and realized she was still holding the gun. Jonah’s backup weapon. The one he kept loaded with silver.

She tucked it into her waistband and lifted her hand again.

“Why?”Gage demanded.

She smiled at him. The pain and horror of the past were slipping away. Her hand touched Gage’s strong chest. “Because you’re mine, wolf.”

She heard the growls of approval from the pack.

Mine.

“And I don’t plan to ever let you go.” The pack would need to get used to that fact.Deal with it.They’d have a hunter in their midst from now on.

She wasn’t afraid of the big, kick-ass wolf. She loved him too much for fear.

Kayla pulled her wolf closer. Stood on her toes. And kissed him.

She’d promised forever at that little chapel, and forever was exactly what she’d give him. Wolves weren’t the only ones who mated for life. Humans could sure as hell do that, too.

Forever.

Gage’s arms closed around her, and Kayla knew that she was exactly where she was supposed to be. With the man who loved her.

She was home. At last.

Epilogue

The bride took slow,deliberate steps down the aisle. The officiant smiled at her, but he was sweating.

Hmmm. Was all that sweat due to the fact that he was in a building full of wolf shifters and hunters?

The hunters were on her side of the chapel. Looking fairly nice and presentable. No black ski masks. No weapons. They’dbetternot have brought weapons to her wedding.

The wolves were on the groom’s side. Again, fairly nice and presentable. As long as you didn’t look too closely. If you did, you might see the flash of some fangs. Maybe a few claws.

The groom waited at the end of the aisle. He wasn’t smiling. He’d smiled before. On her first walk down the aisle. Back then, he’d looked so casual and open, but that cool appearance had been a lie.

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