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Sammy felt bad for snapping at him and took both their hands. The DJ cleared his throat and tapped on the mic.

“Attention, ladies and gentlemen, the bride and grooms would like to do their first dances. Fist the bride will dance with Zack, then Jake. Her father will cut in, then her brother. If we could then have the bridesmaids with their partners, and then everyone may dance.”

Sandy took to the dance floor, and a slow waltz came on. She danced with Zack for half a song before Jake stepped in. Jake danced and was tapped on the shoulder by Sandy’s father. Philip smiled and joined the dance taking over from his father.

John winked at her. “See you on the dance floor. I better cut in before Philip embarrasses himself.”

Susie moaned beside her now. Sandy could see she was leaning heavily on Blake. “My feet hurt. I don’t want to dance.” She looked to Brian. “You better come save poor Philip after a second of dancing. I can barely hold myself up, and Philip has been pretty much holding me up all day. For him to hold me while dancing is just cruel.”

Brian leaned down and brushed his lips over Susie’s and rubbed her belly. “I’ll carry you the rest of the night if you like.”

Susie deflated. “Sounds like heaven. Come on, Blake. Let’s get this dance over and done with.”

Sammy smiled at the love between Susie and her men as she let go of Brock’s and Slater’s hands and walked to the dance floor to have her dance with John.

When the song had almost finished with John, Brock pushed himself in front of her and pulled her close. “Have I told you how exquisite you look?” Brock’s fingers stroked up and down her back.

“No, you haven’t. Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” Sammy reached up and rubbed her hand over his stubble. “One of these days I want to see you clean shaven and not in black.”

Brock leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “You’d have to be really good to see that.”

Sammy grinned up at Brock and wrapped her hands around his neck. “Something for me to look forward to.”

Brock nodded and held her close for the rest of the song. Slater took his spot when the song ended.

“What do you think of the wedding?”

“It’s better than I thought it would be. It’s interesting to see how it worked out. I love seeing how happy Sandy is. Susie is happy, too, even if she’s ready to pop. She’s boasting that she’s the best matchmaker out there. That Sandy should be in her debt always for giving her two awesome men.”

Slater chuckled. “I’ll have to go thank Susie.”

“Oh please don’t. Her head is already huge from this event.”

Arguing to the side of Sammy had her turning her head to see Gwen and Mr. Brown Hair. He grabbed Gwen’s hand and walked to the exit.

Sammy looked around to see Philip and John going after him. Moving herself out of Slater’s hold, she grimaced up at him for a moment unsure if she should give chase or not. The old Sammy wouldn’t have hesitated.

“I have to go help. Make sure no one leaves the venue through the front until I have it sorted.” Not waiting for Slater’s response, she ran after Philip and John as they went to Gwen, who was arguing with a tall, buff brown-haired man.

“Gwen, why the hell didn’t you tell me?” The brown-haired man grabbed Gwen as he yelled at her.

Gwen shook her arm out of his hold. “Because I didn’t want this.”’ She pointed to John, Philip, and Mr. Brown Hair.

This time the man grabbed Gwen with both hands and shook her. “You should have told me. I looked like a fool out there. Everyone could tell they’re your true mates.”

Philip and John each grabbed a hand and removed it from Mr. Brown Hair, who turned glowing yellow eyes on them and growled. “Let me go.”

Crap!Sammy thought. She couldn’t let Sandy’s brothers get killed on her wedding day. Without thinking Sammy stood in front of Mr. Brown Hair, placing her hands on his rock-solid chest and pushed Philip and John back until they let go. “Don’t even think about it. This is Sandy’s wedding and those are her brothers, so don’t start anything. You need to remember that there are a lot of humans around, and they don’t know what you are.”

Mr. Brown Hair eyes narrowed down on her, and he sneered. “Are you going to stop me, little human?”

It was then that the situation she was in sank in, and she stared way up into an incredibly angry face. Sammy let her hands drop from his muscled chest as she felt hands come and rest on her shoulders. Sammy felt her mind shut down, and she shrank back terrified. She couldn’t do this again. What had she been thinking? She wasn’t strong enough.

“We will if you don’t take your hands off our mate, Steven.” Brock’s voice snapped her back to the here-and-now as the hands were removed, and Brock lifted the shifter and turned him, so he was face to face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Steven? Sammy is terrified. You don’t treat women that way. Mother may have a hard on for you to give it a try with my sister, because she wants a pure line, but I don’t care what Mother wants, only what my sister does. She’s already lost a man and the father of her child to him finding his one true mate.”

Mr. Brown Hair now had a name: Steven. “All I did was put my hands on her shoulder.”

Steven pushed at Brock, and Slater came up behind Steven as Brock dropped him. “That doesn’t explain why she was terrified. She clearly didn’t want you to touch her. Surely you could smell that just as you can smell the lust and connection pouring off my sister and her mates.”

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