Page 53 of The Forgotten Princess

“Does this mean that Winter will be coming to live with our pack?” I ask.

He nods. “As selfish as it sounds, I’m glad she’s coming to live with us. I want my brothers to be close. My dad had four brothers and they all moved away, so all my cousins are scattered across the country. I hardly ever got to see them growing up. Our kids will have a lot of cousins to play with.”

My stomach fills with butterflies when I think about the future.

The back door opens up and Damian, Grant, and Monica walk out. Grant is dressed in the cutest little baby suit.

“Dawson says they’re ready,” Damian says.

Together, we all walk a little way down the beach, meeting up with Winter and Dawson. They’re both holding hands, wearing matching smiles. I can feel just how happy they are—how inlovethey are.

Devin and I hold hands while we watch the ceremony. Damian officiates the wedding. I find out an alpha doesn’t normally officiate weddings, but they can, if needed. Usually, it’s an elder who does that particular duty.

When Dawson and Winter exchange vows, the power behind the promises nearly takes my breath away. It’s the first wedding I’ve ever attended and I didn’t realize that it would feel likethis.

Getting married is a big deal, especially among wolf shifters. Supernaturals don’t have divorce, not even dark fae, who don’t have soulmates. Taking a vow in marriage means so much more when it means forever.

Tears press against the back of my eyes are I watch the exchange. I glance over at Devin and see that his green eyes are focused solely on me.

Soon, this will be us. And I can’t wait for that day.

At the end of the ceremony, the two of them kiss. I glance over at Monica and see that she has tears streaming down her face. Damian makes his way over toward her and gently kisses her before taking Grant and kissing him on the cheek.

“I made a cake,” Monica says to Winter and Dawson. “And I have a roast in the oven. If you guys feel like celebrating.”

The two of them share a smile.

“We’d love to,” Winter says. “Thank you for doing this.”

Devin and I hang back a little ways as we walk back to the house. My sandals keep filling with sand, so I stop to take them off. Before I can bend down to take off my shoes, Devin bends over and starts to undo the straps. My heart swells at the move. He slips my shoes off, carrying them for me.

“You really are perfect, aren’t you?” I ask.

He smirks. “I think we both know I’m not.”

“Well, you’re definitely perfect for me.”

His grin widens. “Let’s see how you feel in a few years.”

“This feeling isn’t going anywhere, Devin.”

His green eyes sparkle.

I feel a sharp pain in my foot as I step on a rock. “Ouch.”

Devin doesn’t hesitate to lift me from the ground.

“You don’t have to carry me,” I tell him, but I relax into his arms. I know there is no way he’s putting me down.

“I don’t have to, but I want to.” He tightens his grip around me. “What kind of mate would I be if I let you get hurt from walking barefoot?”

“Don’t hurt yourself,” I say. “I’m probably heavy.”

He snorts. “I’m a shifter. Shifters have supernatural strength. But even without supernatural strength, you’re not heavy.”

“Dark fae definitely don’t have extra strength.” I can’t help but feel insignificant around wolf shifters. Manipulating emotions isn’t exactly a power that I use often, especially since Blake doesn’t ask me to ‘make him happy’ anymore. Probably because he’s already happy. He loves Ember and she makes him happier than my powers ever could.

“You have more strength than any supernatural I know, wolf shifter or otherwise.”

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