As I reached the foyer of the house, my eyes widened as a small, excited squeak came from my lips. Have you ever had a moment that you had only dreamed of come true? That was how I felt in this moment, my heart warming as love wrapped tightly around my chest, making me feel as though I was floating.
Raphael’s arms wrapped around me almost immediately, Declan closing the door behind us. My mate’s strong presence made me feel a bit more grounded in the room that was completely filled with candles and black roses, like some stunning gothic funeral. Which I, of course, loved. My eyes met his, having a feeling what this was about but letting myself completely absorb it. Living in the moment.
“I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you more.” I pressed my lips to his briefly as I stepped fully into the room, Alaric grabbing my hand and pressing a kiss to it. Abel’s arm wrapped around my waist from behind, both of them making me feel like I was dangerously on the edge of tearing up. I wasn’t even going to try to be tough right now. I was surrounded by candles, flowers, and the six men I loved.
“Narc,” Abel’s voice was soft as I looked up at him, “we’ve known since the day we met you that you were our soulmate.” I blushed at realizing that had been the connection between us. The connection that had grown every single day and was further enhanced by our emotions that were filled with so much depth and love that I wasn’t positive how I had gone so long without telling them.
“But more than that,” Alaric’s voice was gruff, trying to get his words out. “You are the woman that we want to spend the rest of our lives with.”
Oh my lanta.
“You know how much I love both of you,” I whispered, looking both of them in the eye before smiling slightly and adding, “Plus, it would be pretty hard to get rid of me now.”
Alaric chuckled, making me smile further as Dorian, clearly impatient, grabbed my hand gently, pulling me towards him. Both twins offered him a look, but I didn’t mind. I leaned into him, his words quiet and sincere.
“Narcissa,” he began, his voice laden with emotion, “you are the only woman I have met in my entire existence that has made me feel this alive and this passionate about things I normally wouldn’t have cared about. But more than that, you are the only woman that has loved me for me. It is a feeling that I can only hope to replicate for you, because I am goddamn obsessed with you. I love you so much, I hope you realize that.”
“I love you, Dorian. I have since the first day I met your crazy ass,” I teased, making him chuckle.
Finally, my eyes landed on Zachariah. The man looked almost nervous as Declan offered me a cheeky grin and a wink. Yeah, he totally saw the nerves also. I walked up to the man, tilting my head back as the Voodoo priest kept one hand behind his back, the other cupping my jaw.
“You’re ours,” he said softly, his eyes lighting up with a possessiveness I loved. “Forever.”
“I love you,” I murmured softly as his eyes sparked. My eyes were welling with tears at the overwhelming emotions washing over me like unforgiving waves.
“I love you, little rose. So goddamn much.” A meow had me laughing as finally Zachariah brought his other hand around, revealing the surprise.
“Oh my god!” I let out a small squeal of delight, tears on my face as I continued to smile so hard my cheeks were hurting. “Shadow, you look so adorable! I lied, we can’t fight this cute syndrome. Look at you.”
Zachariah muttered a curse as the others chuckled, my hand reaching out to gently pull the black ribbon on my kitten’s neck, revealing a stunning black diamond ring that felt heavy and... holy shit, it was huge!
“Holy shit,” I murmured, looking at it.
“We had some changes made.” Zachairah slowly slid the ring onto my finger, my hand shaking slightly. Or maybe his were as Shadow climbed on his shoulder. I loved that I didn’t even have to answer for them to know my answer. Of course it was a goddamn yes.
“It’s perfect,” I whispered lovingly. The massive center square-cut black diamond had three large circular diamonds on either side, making it not only flashy as hell but totally badass. I looked at all of them, fanning my eyes slightly as I tried to stop smiling, which was fucking impossible.
“I love you guys. Damn it, stop making me cry.”
“So that’s a yes?” Declan chuckled as I offered him a sassy look, pulling Shadow to my chest.
“Of course it’s a yes,” I sniffed. “You guys are totally ruining my badass reputation, but it’s worth it because I love you so much.”
They laughed as the sudden sound of a truck pulling up had me arching a brow curiously, Declan opening the door so I could see out the front. Raphael barked out a laugh as Alaric tossed me a slightly embarrassed look.
“What’s that?” I asked curiously.
“Moving truck,” he grunted. Oh my.
I barked out a laugh, because that right there, folks, was love. There had never really been a question on whether I would say yes to my boys.
They were my everything.
13
Declan - October 31st
For the first time in my life, I was legitimately nervous.
Running a hand over my chest, I looked around Narc’s grandmother’s sizable garden and backyard. The entire place was filled with dark decor, and individuals from the supernatural community, including our families, were milling about before the ceremony. I swallowed, trying to distract myself from that thought. I really didn’t want to fuck this up.
Savannah, my cousin, offered me a wave from her place in the third row on our side. She looked extremely awkward, but luckily her wife had decided to come into town with her for the celebration. Honestly, most of my family had either passed away over time or I stayed out of contact with them, but Savannah had always been somewhat of an exception. In fact, the only reason I’d met her was because when she was around ten, she tried a summoning spell for her ancestors… and I woke up, crashing onto her floor, alarmed with the entire situation. Following that, though, I’d always kept in touch, feeling like it was good to have some type of family relationship, even if it wasn’t much.
Although, I very much had a family now.
Despite that thought and having lived with everyone for several months now, I found myself nervous with really no good goddamn reason except my fear of having bad luck on the one day that meant the fucking world to me. My eyes moved skyward, a low rumble making me nearly curse. Don’t get me wrong, I knew it was ‘lucky’ for it to rain on your wedding day, but I didn’t want anything to ruin all the hard work that Narcissa had put into this event.
She had already said yes. Why was I so nervous?
The collar of my suit felt tight, and I pulled on it as I tried to get my magic to calm down. But it seemed almost damn near hyper at the idea of officially being claimed publicly by our girl. Which was already a bloody thing, so I had no idea why it was acting up. Running a hand through my hair, I looked at Zachariah, his arched brow letting me know that he could tell I was freaking out a bit.
“You need to relax,” Zachariah mused as Raphael turned slightly, offering me a concerned look.
“I just need to take a walk,” I muttered, strolling down the aisle towards the house. I heard my friend chuckle behind me because he knew damn well where I was going, and I didn’t feel bad in the least. Fuck. It was considered bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.