Page 103 of Hunted By Her Demon Wolves

She gasped, clutching her throat when he wrapped a strand of pearls around her neck. “A gift from your Thunderfoot family. Hopefully, you’ll never forget us.”

Tears threatened at the backs of her eyes. “Never. You will always be my family. Always.” She touched a pearl. “They’re beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” he said with a wink.

She hugged him, her arms barely wrapping around his big shoulders. “Thank you.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “And thank you for being here for me.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” He gently grasped her shoulders, his eyes shining with fatherly pride. “You ready?”

She eagerly nodded. “I’ve waited long enough.”

He pulled the veil over her face and linked his arm through hers. “You certainly have.”

Phoenix nearly tripped over her own feet when they went outside to find Tan’yi’nug sitting there licking his paw like a cat grooming himself.

She jerked back her veil, scowling up at him. “Why aren’t you in the garden with the other guests?”

And miss your grand entrance?He nodded toward a Roman looking chariot drawn by a black unicorn with demonic glowing eyes.Your chariot awaits.

Tor swore when she backed up and dug her heel into his foot. “I’m not getting on that thing.”

The dragon arched a scaled brow.Hecate went through a lot of trouble arranging this for you.

She tapped her chin. “Then wouldn’t she be disappointed if we flew in on your back instead?”

He flashed a mouthful of teeth.She certainly would.

Tor wasn’t too pleased with the idea of flying on the back of a dragon, but he relented for Phoenix, and they flew in with flare. She lost her veil on the flight, but she didn’t care. She hated that thing, anyway. Tan’yi’nug set fire to a few of the rose bushes when he landed. Not that it made much difference. It looked like a flower bomb had exploded all over the garden.

Phoenix had asked for something simple, a Grecian garden theme, since the palace grounds already had that ancient look. Hecate had taken that suggestion and embellished it. Phoenix frowned when she saw her mother’s statue had been crowded out by dozens of fountains, some running with water, others with wine and chocolate.

Tor helped her disembark, and as they walked down the aisle toward her four devilishly handsome grooms, she couldn’t escape the shower of flower petals that clung to her hair and gown.

Tor swore, swatting at them like they were mosquitos.

Fortunately, her grooms stood under a trellis that shielded them from most of the flowers. They all looked so gorgeous, with deep-blue tunics embellished with silver flames. Standing in front of them was the master of ceremonies, their mother, Eilea, dressed in a beautiful midnight-blue gown. Standing beside Eilea were her four mates, who had surprisingly warmed up to the idea of their mate being the queen of hell. They’d even allowed the children to come to the ceremony.

They were slowly transitioning to living here full-time, though Boris said it would be a few years before their oldest sons were ready to take over the chiefdom.

Tor kissed her cheek and handed her off to her mates.

Helius’s grin nearly stretched ear to ear.You’re breathtaking.

His brothers voiced their agreement.

She beamed at them.You four look good enough to eat. I just might do that later.

Their silver cheeks flushed crimson.

I’m holding you to that,Drakkon said.

Of course you are,she said with a wink.Just remember, I like it when you pull my hair.

Eilea loudly cleared her throat. “Whatever you’re telepathically discussing, it can wait until the honeymoon.”

Phoenix bit her lip, feigning innocence.

Bad, bad girl.Drakkon’s laughter echoed in her head.

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