Chapter 82
Bronx’s POV
Instead of an actual training, we have a class scheduled for other packs to understand our training
programs. We do a ten-mile warm-up for those who want to participate, then we move onto the
presentation. We have a few pack warriors who will be doing some demonstrations while I walk through
our programs.
I’m explaining the benefits of rest days where there is only light cardio and stretching when I feel a
whisper on my neck. I flinch and look to the right, fully expecting to have to chastise Kas for leaving the
packhouse without a guard but she’s not there. I smile to myself as I look at my watch. It’s her
meditation hour. She just reached out and touched me. My heart thumps a little harder knowing she is
thinking about me.
“Okay, now can we go see our mate? She wants to see us,” Saint begs. He doesn’t understand why we
have to spend a full day apart when she is inside our apartment.
“No, Saint. Later this evening. You and Lex will get to spend time together, then Kas and I will.”
“Fine,” he huffs and goes to pout in the back of my mind.
After a successful exhibition, we answer questions and offer to provide some of the packs our services
through packages we had established through MasonCo. While yes, all packs need to b e able to
protect themselves and have strong warriors and security systems, Blood River is not a charity. We
head back to Milo’s apartment to get ready. I’m in the bathroom shaving when I hear a knock at the
front door. Milo calls me to come out. He is seriously interrupting me right now?
I sigh and put down the razor. I grab a towel, it’s on the smaller side, so it doesn’t fit all the way around
my waist. I have to hold it with one hand with part of my ass hanging out. I make my way to the living
room, “Milo, I’m getting ready, what’s so important that you need to interru-” I stop in my tracks as I
come out of the bathroom, I realize Carly is standing there with a gift box. That’s right, my assistant is
standing in the living room and I’m in a damn towel. Not even a whole towel, half a towel with my ass
hanging out. 2
“Uh, hi Carly,” I say, rubbing my hand on the back of my neck. I can feel a blush on my face.
Carly’s face is turning bright red and she is trying to avert her eyes from looking at me. Milo and Reggie
are in the corner laughing so hard they can’t breathe. Of course, they would think i t would be funny.
James looks very uncomfortable, like he wants to laugh but knows he shouldn’t. We have become
much closer since our mates have become close friends, but I’m still his Alpha. 1
“Alpha, I
ft for you from Luna Kas,” she says, reaching out her hand with the box. It looked big enough to be a
bow tie but Kas had already picked out bow ties for the guys.
“Thank you, Carly,” Carly bows and turns to leave as quickly as she can, “Oh, Carly, did she open her
gift?”
Carly didn’t turn back around, just called from the doorway before closing it, “Beta Lenora said she
would do it while she’s getting ready.”
“Thank you,” I call out through the door. I turn around and face my Beta and Gamma who are wiping
tears of laughter from their faces, “You two are assholes.” 1
I shake the box and feel a little shifting inside. I toss it to Milo, “I’m gonna finish shaving and PUT
SOME CLOTHES ON. Then I’ll open that.”
“Yes Alpha Bronxy,” Milo salutes, still giggling at me.
I finish in the bathroom and put my suit pants and undershirt on. No sense in putting on the collared
shirt and bow tie until I need to.
Milo hands me the box and I carefully open it. Inside is an eye patch. It is olive-colored velvet with small
silver olive leaves attached to either side where the elastic strap connects to the patch. It is stunning. I
flip it over to put it on. I see a small word embroidered into the silk liner. ‘Forever’. I rub my finger over
the word and smile before I slip the patch on and set it in place.
“Oh man, that thing is nice, Bronx. Best one yet,” Milo gives a genuine compliment.
I have a small collection of eye patches, I do everything I can to avoid the general public from seeing
me without one. It’s one of the few things I’m self-conscious about. That and my assistant seeing me
practically naked, fresh out of the shower.
I step out onto the balcony and have a cigarette. A habit that Kas has mostly made me give up. I figure
today is special, I can have one. I look out onto the pack territory with a sense of calm. I think about
how I get to share all this with Kas, officially now. This and the private little haven I bought for her in
Paris. I smile thinking about what her reaction will be as Lenora shows Kas the slideshow. She’s gonna
cry. I’m sure of it. She’s gonna tell me it’s too much. I don’t care. For me, it’s nothing compared to what
I want to give her. I would give her the world if I could. 1
Mrs. Miller brings us a late lunch. Dad and Henri join us as we eat and relax with a few drinks.
We finish getting ready and the photographer comes in to get a ton of photos. He is leaving to head up
to my apartment when Carly comes in to fetch us. She seems more composed now.
Thank the Goddess. I would hate for that awkward moment to linger.
We file downstairs and out to the backyard. The sun has barely set and it’s quickly getting dark out.
The ceremony area is beautiful. Everything is white with touches of dark green. White twinkle lights
hang overhead. The stage usually reserved for my announcement of the Summer Solstice blessing, is
currently set up for the wedding ceremony. The music changes and Carly motions for us to walk up the
aisle. We wave to friends and family as we make our
way to the platform. Henri is already there, shaking our hands as we approach.
We take our places and wait. We wave at people who are taking pictures before things start. My heart
is pounding. I can’t wait to see Kas. I have only been away from her for less than a day but I don’t care.
After what seems like forever, the music changes. Delilah, Ashley, and Lenora make their way down
the aisle and take their places. Milo’s niece Elle and nephew lan are the flower girl and ring bearer.
Once we are all in our places, the music changes again to the bridal march. Everyone stands and looks
toward the double doors to the house.
The doors open and the overwhelming smell of fresh rain and lilacs fills the yard.
“Mmm, cinnamon rolls,” I hear Milo whisper. 1
A woman steps out from inside. She is holding Marco’s arm as they slowly start walking down the aisle.
Where’s Kas? I smell her, but I don’t see her. Panic builds in my chest. As they come into view, I see
the woman is in a Grecian goddess’s traditional dress. Who is this uninvited guest and why would
Marco escort her in when he is supposed to be with Kas?
The woman is a knockout. Perfect ten. She is as ethereal as you would expect a goddess to be in an
audience full of werewolves and witches. Some people even bow to her. Marco is escorting a goddess
to the ceremony? Who is she? Why is she here? 2
Oh. My. Goddess.
That’s My little Goddess. 1 Marco is escorting Kas.
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