Page 172 of A Chance at Love for the Twin Alphas

When Tony slices my palm with the silver knife, Elo makes sure to hold out my hand for him, and vice versa when it’s Henry’s turn to take the pledge from Elodie.

The moment it’s done, I can feel a sudden surge of power blowing through me, and a little more… something seeps through my bond towards my pack, my pack members. I can hear some of them gasping in surprise.

I smile, well aware of what it is.Thank you, Maahes.

I thought a little bit of protection wouldn’t hurt.

The pack celebrates us the whole night. Tony and I agreed to settle into our new roles before having our wedding. The next couple of weeks, we spend adapting to our tasks, going to a few meetings to meet other packs and to make sure the transmission goes smoothly.

A few months later, it’s finally time for us, though.

The pack is protected by Beta Serenade and retired Beta Deacon, plus Marcel, our gamma, stays behind to make sure everything runs well. We promised to stream the wedding for these three.

“Goddess, it’s so hot here,” Dad groans as we walk through the pride hosting us. It’s Auset’s old pride before she moved with her mate to Cass’s. Her pride was under attack, too, but it seems they were able to hide away well enough and survived Apophis’ chaos and his cult.

Auset made sure we are welcomed here warmly.

“That’s Egypt in late summer for you,” the queen of the pride tells us with a smile.

“It’s very kind of you to host us,” Tony tells her. “We promise we won’t be staying long.”

“Please don’t mention it.” She shakes her head. “Auset told me what you did for our kind. Without you, my pride would have been erased next. We were on the list, after all.”

That’s true. After Apophis’ cult went down, we made sure to track his followers. And Queen Ife’s pack would have been next on their list.

“Our elder will lead the ceremony,” Ife promises us. “We’ll make sure no one will disturb you.”

“Thank you,” I say. Tony and I only took our closest family and friends with us. It’s only Jace, Janice, Rosy, Elise, Elodie, and Henry.

Arman, Cass, and Elden—a fellow El, as Elise sometimes jokes—came too, with their respective mates staying home to fulfill the duties for the three of them.

This is everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t like big parties, so I’m glad we have such a quiet and private ceremony. I’m finally in the country my mom and grandma were born in and where Nephthys and Maahes rose to power. These are my origins, and it’s the perfect place for me to marry Tony.

Ife’s elder is an old and nice man named Karim. He goes through the details with Tony while Janice takes my hand. “Let’s get you dressed.”

“Thank you.” I smile. “It means a lot to me that you help me so much. I don’t have my mom anymore… so…”

“I told you a while ago that I will be your mom.” She smiles. “As long as Nephthys doesn’t mind sharing you a bit.”

“She is happy I have someone in this world to watch out for me.”

Janice’s lips curl into a warm smile before she leads me to one of the guestrooms of the pride and helps me get dressed. My dress is different. I got it in a small shop with fusion fashion, as they call it. It has a tight bodice with intricate beading woven in ornate designs and lace that flows gently over the skin. The skirt ends above my knees and then splits into delicate little strings and beads flowing nicely in the air. With it came a cape with a hood, almost like something Red Riding Hood would wear, just in off-white and with the same intricate and delicate beading.

“You look like a Middle Eastern princess,” Janice says in awe. “And like an Egyptian deity.”

She helps me further with my makeup, going for light earthy tones before doing my hair, braiding it delicately so that it wouldn’t interfere with the cape.

There is a subtle knock at the door right when we are finished. “Are you girls ready?” Jace’s voice reaches me.

“Yes.” Janice stands up and opens the door for him. Rosy is following him on her chubby little feet and is dressed in a cute little lavender dress. She has been obsessed with the color recently. Janice takes her by her hand and grabs a small basket. “We will be the flower girls,” she tells her daughter.

Rosy beams. She is always such a sunny child. “Flowers,” she exclaims before looking at me in awe. “Aunt Dali is pretty.”

“Very pretty, isn’t she?” Janice agrees before leading her daughter out of the room.

Jace turns to me and smiles. “You look beautiful, Dalila.”

“Thank you, and thank you for being the one who leads me down the metaphorical aisle.”

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