Page 191 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“You look like you should be on a book cover with a title likeFalling for the Alpha Rake.” Dad grinned and hugged him, too. “Jonas, you look dashing.”
“Thank you, Nate.” Jonas tipped his head. His hair had been freshly dyed blue, and his eyebrow and tongue rings were sparkly for the occasion.
As was his armored cock.
And my bedazzled vag. A while back, I’d gotten the piercings that helped me take knots. It was well worth the recovery time.
“Nearly everyone is seated, and the littles are about done handing out bread under Dean and Harry’s supervision. Ready?” Dad offered me his arm.
He wanted to accompany me out to where we were having the ceremony, and I didn’t see any reason to sayno.
“Ready.” I stood and turned and checked myself in the mirror. The tiara was stunning. “Thank you for being such an understanding and supportive little sister.”
I hugged Mercy tightly. Her support was everything.
My sister hugged me back. “Don’t make me cry. Kaiko worked hard-on my makeup.” She handed me my gold crutch.
“Thanks.”
Mercy looked at Jonas. “Let’s do this, Bub.”
“Oh good, you’re still here.” Creed appeared and gave me a huge hug. “Wow, Verity. It’s like you’re a model or something. Congratulations.”
I laughed as I tried not to get makeup on his suit. He’d been there for me a lot as I navigated being an alpha, being part of a pack, and my two omegas.
“Verity, are you ready?” the wedding coordinator asked from the other side of the door.
I gave myself one last look. “I am.”
Mercy got the train of my dress as I took Dad’s arm. We walked down the hall of the castle.
“Um, Ver.” Freddie stood there, in a light green suit.
“I don’t want to talk to you. It’s bad enough you’re here.” Somehow he’d convinced a mutual friend to bring him as their plus-one.
Dad frowned. “You should probably take a seat.”
“Go away, Fuckboy.” Mercy glared, still holding my train. “You were Derva’s character witness. I don’t think you fully understand how awful her having Verity’s research destroyed was.”
No, he didn’t. Even the judge didn’t. Derva had only gotten community service and had to pay the university for damages. Not that I expected more. Though Derva’s sentencing had kept the student who did her dirty work from being expelled, though she, too, faced community service.
“Someone has to help with Winnie’s kids. Mrs. Coach can’t do it all herself when the baby’s born,” Freddie shrugged.
It made sense, but I still felt like Derva got off easy considering I still was making up for what she destroyed, research-wise.
Winnie was in jail for shooting me. Her jail time wasn’t as long as Chet’s, but her jail wasn’t as nice as his. Yeah, Chet and Bertie were at the country club of prisons for their financial crimes, while his pregnant wife was at a pretty tough one.
“Why are you here, Freddie? You have a new team, a new girlfriend, and a new sponsor.” I leaned on my crutch. He always did land jelly-side up.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry.” Freddie shrugged.
“That’s how you got her onto the patio in the first place. You know, before she gotshot.”Jonas glared at him then looked at me. “We can have him thrown out.”
“My pleasure.” Dare cracked his knuckles.
“We should call security,” Dad told them.
Freddie shook his head. “I’m not here to cause trouble. All I wanted to say was that I’m sorry for being a dick, and everything with Derva and Winnie and their dad. I’m sorry I harassed you. I’m sorry I let Derva and Chet drag me into things.”
