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But then, she tugged me away, her eyes dark with need.

“Please, Damian,” she whimpered.

My lips curled in a smirk as I moved up to reclaim her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue. I settled between her legs, my cock hard and throbbing as I pushed myself inside her.

“Fuck, Tala,” I growled as I slid into her warmth. She moaned, her fingers digging into my skin as I filled her completely, stretching her.

I set a relentless pace, thrusting into her deep, hard, and fast. She bit down at her lower lip to stifle her moan, but I wasn’t having it. A moment ago, she had been screaming my name, and I wanted to hear it again. I didn’t care who heard us.

My gaze never left her face as I took her, savoring every flicker of pleasure that crossed her features, the way she gasped each time I hit her sensitive spot, the way her eyes rolled to the back and the way she moaned my name. It was the most intoxicating sight.

When her walls clenched tight around me, and her body shuddered, I knew she was close. I drove into her harder and faster untilshe shattered around me with a cry. The intensity of it pulled me under, my release slamming into me as I groaned her name.

Breathless, I crushed my lips against hers, swallowing her whimpers. “I love you, Tala,” I murmured against her mouth. “Too damn much.”

Chapter 30

Tala

I’d only ever imagined my wedding day once. Just once. And somehow, in that same fleeting thought, I’d imagined finding my fated mate, too. But that was the night before he rejected me. Since then, the idea had turned into something bitter, something I could barely stomach.

And yet, when Damian asked me to marry him that night, I never stopped thinking, every single day, about what I wanted it to be like.

Perfect. Surrounded by the people I loved.

Now, with the merging of Silver Fang and Stonehart, the rogues finding a place among us, and the lines between Omegas and Betas beginning to fade, I could only imagine how many would be there.

I didn’t mind, though. Seeing so many people come together to celebrate Damian and me would only make it more special. Because three months ago, this wouldn’t have just been impossible, it would never have even crossed my mind.

But here we were.

Gina pinned yet another hair clip into my pearl-adorned hair, tucking a row of curls behind the elegant bun she was crafting. She had been at it for a while, curling every strand with care, adorning it with the finest pearls she could find.

“Too tight?” she asked, ducking her head to meet my eyes.

I tried to shake my head, but she held it in place, a scowl on her face, warning me not to ruin her work.

“It’s perfect,” I said, offering both words and a smile.

The door creaked open, and Maeve stepped inside, bringing with her the unmistakable sound of bickering, Aria and Tobias, and now Aiden, all at it again. She shut the door firmly and let out a sigh.

“Those children together are insufferable.”

“Tell me about it.” I laughed.

For the past two weeks, since Maeve moved to the former Stonehart territory to help with preparations, the pack house had been a constant whirlwind of squabbling and chaos. With Gina often joining in on the planning, and coming along with Aiden, he had slipped right into the mix, making the house feel even more like a battlefield.

“You’ve done an incredible job with her hair, Gina,” Maeve said, stepping closer.

“Thank you.” Gina beamed. “How are things outside?”

“The pack headquarters is filling up fast. This might go down as one of the biggest gatherings in history.”

I smiled proudly. This was all Damian. He had forged his own path, creating a new future, one that made history and gave Aria and other children a safe, free world to grow up in.

When Gina finished my hair, I slipped into my dress, an ivory silk gown with delicate embroidery along the bodice that hugged my body before cascading to the floor. They left to find their seats while I remained behind, waiting for my cue. My fingers traced the embroidered patterns on my gown as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I never imagined I’d be here, in the most beautiful dress, about to take my wedding vows with my fated mate, the only man I had ever loved. Our story had been filled with twists and heartbreak, as if fate itself was testing us, pushing us to the edge. But in the end, it brought us backto each other.

The door creaked open, and I lifted my gaze from the mirror to see Aria step inside. Her brown curls framed her face, and her eyes sparkled with excitement as she took me in.

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