Page 88 of The Princess and the Pack

Speaking of, the twins have remained fixed to Thorn’s side—presumably the result of a stern discussion prior to the celebration. I’m thankful he’s here to watch over them. As much as I love Daisy and Oleander, they are quick to stir up trouble and wield their beauty like weapons. I’d rather not have alphas fighting over their attention today.

Though I saw them both for a brief moment earlier, I’ve yet to speak to Aspen and Lily. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve both run off to partake in more of their secret dalliances. Perhaps not Aspen, given that Ciaran’s intended is in attendance today.

I met Prince Lanier briefly. He’s reserved but quite handsome with his golden hair and eyes like honey—a very different picture than Aspen.

I wonder—I hope, at least—that my brother and Ciaran don’t give up on whatever has bloomed between them. If I can have a pack, why could they not do the same? Lanier is also an alpha—surely he would want an omega for himself. Together, the three of them could even court Aspen’s bride to be.

I’m getting ahead of myself. But the romance of it all is dizzying.

“Why are you thinking so hard?” The scent of the sea wraps wafts through the air as my king steps behind me and rests a hand at my lower back.

The warmth of his body is a comfort. I sigh, leaning into his touch. “Just trying to solve the problem of our brothers. What with them being in love.”

Cillian offers me a conspirator’s smile—like he too has been pondering what to do. “I have hope they will figure it out.”

My smile is sly, devious as the beginnings of a plan start to form. “Yes. Especially if we help push them in the right direction.”

“Little terror,” he chuckles, brushing a kiss to my temple. “You shouldn’t meddle.”

“Meddling is such fun though.”

“Hmm. And should I expect to be dragged into your scheming?”

His tone is teasing, his touch is tender, and I smile wide at the easy teasing that passes between us.

“Naturally.”

My mate laughs, dragging me closer so he can envelop me in his arms. “I supposesomemeddling can’t hurt.”

Cillian floods our bond with the warmth of his adoration. It’s a promise to stand by my side—as my partner—through all life brings.

“I love you,” I say—my heart full of the same tenderness.

“And I you, my sweet fate.”

Truly, no dream could ever be so grand as this.

Inever thought I’d wear a crown. Nor did I believe such a family that loved me without conditions could be mine. But Fate has given me so much to celebrate today.

Not one for feasts—or general merriment—I can’t keep the smile from my face as I watch Sloan twirl our Ivy around. The big oaf looks like a different person, dressed in his finery. It suits him, however. As does the love of our omega. He shines from the inside out when her eyes are on him.

Ivy’s attention is miraculous that way, and I’m beyond lucky I get to experience her healing light. She’s changed my packmates and me—given us a chance at living each day with hope and happiness. I can’t wait to watch our bond strengthen as we grow in both love and understanding of each other better.

“Your Highness,” a familiar voice calls—mocking me.

So much for the heartwarming moment of peace.

Tiernan stands nearby, his amber eyes alight with mischief as he sketches a rather dramatic bow.

“Oh, fuck off, you,” I laugh. Feeding into his teasing is exactly what he wants, but today it’s good to let go of the reins of my composure and allow joy in.

“Is that an order, Prince?”

“It will be if you don’t cut the shite,” I retort with a smile.

Prince. Fucking hell, that is madness to hear. I can’t believe Cillian sprung this on us with no warning. It’s a rather momentous thing to contend with after having spent days drunk on my rut and the sweet taste of my omega mate.

I wasn’t even afforded the chance to wipe the sleep from my eyes before I was being rushed into preparing for my surprise coronation. The gesture was unnecessary; Cillian and Ivy will rule on all matters of the kingdom, and I’ll continue to advise when needed. But, being bestowed a title that ties me to my Ivy in an official capacity offers security to my still healing heart. My king—my brother—is good that way. He’s tried to show me from the start that I belonged.

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