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“Of course you do, neither of you are dressed the part. But hell, I can tell the ones who will make it, it’s the ones like you two. Full of sexual tension, it doesn’t matter if you scent match when you have chemistry. I bet the two of you want to make it official and get the hell out of here so you can consummate it.”

Isla coughed, her face flushed, her eyes widened to saucers. But he was half right. I was fucking desperate to consummate it.

“Let’s get the show going, fill these forms in and we’ll have you married in no time,” Gloria said, pushing the papers to us to sign.

Isla filled out the form and pushed it to me. She walked away as I filled in my section, glad because there was more than my name to complete—adding Finn and Kingsley to the documentation. After handing the forms in, I headed back in her direction, finding her striding up and down the reception area. She was muttering to herself, words of self encouragement as she tried to talk herself out of a mini panic attack.

“This is mental,” she said to herself, chuntering other words I didn’t pick up but was sure I heard an explicit leave her mouth. “No. It means nothing. It’s just a wedding, and it’s for the best.” She started laughing to herself, her hand waving over her warm face. “Still crazy. My father will disown me again when I get back, but... hell, at least I can live my life my way.”

“It’s fucking crazy,” I said to her. “But maybe once in our lives, we have to do something we can tell our future kids.”

She swallowed and glanced away.

My stomach flipped, and I inhaled through my nose to clear it. “Let’s do it.”

I was the most sensitive of all my pack, and normally I was rational, not impulsive. We always agreed to pick our omega together, but I knew Isla was the one, and now her perfume was under my skin and possibly I was taking this a step too far to get what I wanted. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

I was fucking stupid.

What if my pack rejected her? Finn wasn’t warming to her, and I knew he was trying to put King off the idea of her.

No, I don’t care, she’s mine.

Pack or not.

Maybe it was time to realise the pack wasn’t what I wanted any more. I needed Isla. I needed my omega.

“You can back out,” she purred in my ear, and gave me a massive grin that told me she knew I was nervous.

Back out. She’s letting you back out.

Instead, I slid my arm around her back and pulled her to me, and kissed her. It was supposed to be a closed-mouth kiss, but it quickly turned into something much more passionate.

I was marrying her.

And then I was going to fuck her brains out.

I laughed as she arched an eyebrow. I wasn’t ever impulsive. From my childhood to my adult life, I managed everything. Not one aspect of my life had ever been intuitive. Was it intuitive? What did that mean? To have an irrational, impulsive decision to marry her.

My pack was going to lose their fucking minds once they found out. I didn’t care, this was make or break.

Just as the reality of what I was doing sunk in, the doors to the chapel swung open.

Isla squeezed my hand. “Is this us?”

I kissed the side of her temple to relax her.

“Isla Silvers and Harrison Weston?”

“Oh my god, I didn’t expect it to be such a quickie,” Isla said.

The guy dressed like Elvis, said, “I reckon your alpha will claim you tonight. There will be no quickie.” He followed his words with a wink.

I laughed at Isla glaring at Elvis, but it didn’t stop her from squeezing her thighs together. Obviously slick was building at the thought Elvis put into her head, but I had no room to talk. Something was happening to me too.

“Are you ready to do this?” I asked, trying to take my thoughts off the beast between my thighs.

“Yes,” she said after a few seconds of chewing on her lip.

“Then follow me.” Elvis pushed his back against the door and waited for us to go inside first.

Isla stopped me as we stood in the all white room. “Are you sure? You get nothing out of this.”

I pressed my hands against her cheeks, flickering my gaze across her beautiful eyes. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“Never?” She kissed me on my lips. “Thank you for doing this, but you know this is crazy?”

“I enjoy being crazy,” I whispered.

For you.

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