Chapter 30 #2
Arrow is in the middle, also in a suit. Charcoal gray with a burgundy shirt that brings out his dark eyes. His hair is styled. He looks like he could be on the cover of a magazine, except for the way he’s staring at me with so much emotion I can barely breathe.
Holt is on the right. Black suit, white shirt, actually wearing a tie. His hair is pushed back, his expression serious, but his eyes—God, his eyes are so full of love it causes an ache in my chest.
They’re all staring at me like I hung the moon.
The officiant is there too, the same older woman from earlier. We called her back, and she agreed, even if she was confused and probably traumatized, but when we asked if she’d marry us for real, she’d agreed immediately.
Mack walks me all the way to my men. He leans down, his voice low enough that only I can hear. “Welcome to the family, Cindy. Officially.” Then louder, for everyone: “Take care of her, or I’ll kick all your asses.”
“Noted,” Luke says.
Mack steps back, and suddenly I’m standing in front of them.
My three men.
My Alphas.
My mates.
Luke reaches for my hand first. His fingers are warm, steady, grounding me like always. His eyes roam over me slowly, like he’s seeing me for the first time and memorizing every inch.
“You look fucking incredible.”
“Language,” the officiant chides gently.
Luke shrugs, grinning without apology. “She looks really fucking incredible.”
I laugh, and just like that, the nerves unravel a little. Luke has always been able to do that—cut through the noise and center me.
Arrow takes my other hand, his thumb brushing across my knuckles with a kind of awe that leaves me catching my breath. His gaze is soft and shining, and I can tell he’s struggling to find words.
“You’re beautiful,” he says finally. “So beautiful I can’t think straight.”
Luke smirks. “That’s just your default state.”
“Shut up,” Arrow mutters, but he’s smiling too.
Then Holt steps in behind me. He doesn’t say anything at first. He just presses a hand to the small of my waist, firm and possessive, and kisses the top of my head.
“You ready?” he asks quietly.
I look at all of them, Luke’s steady love, Arrow’s open heart, Holt’s fierce protectiveness, and I don’t hesitate.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m ready.”
The officiant clears her throat, but there’s a warmth in her eyes as she begins. “We are gathered here today to witness the joining of these souls.”
She pauses, glancing at me, and her smile grows warmer. “Today, we celebrate a bond forged not just in biology or fate, but in choice. In trust. In devotion freely given.”
My hands tremble in Luke’s and Arrow’s grasps. Holt hasn’t let go of my waist. I’m aware of every breath they take, every bit of heat rolling off them and grounding me.
The officiant turns her attention to me. “Cindy,” she says, and my name sounds different here, formal and full of meaning. “You stand before three Alphas who have chosen you. Who have marked you. Who wish to bind themselves to you in every way that matters.”
She pauses again, waiting. But I can’t take my eyes off the three of them.
My chest tightens.
“Do you accept them?” The officiant’s voice softens.
“I do,” I say, my voice catching just slightly. I swallow and lift my chin. “I accept all three of them. Always.”
A soft murmur of emotion stirs through me.
Then she turns to the guys. “Luke, Arrow, Holt,” she says, and they straighten as one.
“You stand before an Omega who has already given herself to you through the bond. Do you now pledge yourselves to her in the eyes of this community? To honor her, protect her, and cherish her for as long as you all shall live?”
“We do.”
My knees wobble. Holt’s arm braces me without needing to be asked.
The officiant exhales gently. “The rings?”
Luke pulls the small box from his jacket and opens it, revealing the four rings they chose.
Three dark metal bands for them, simple, rugged, but etched with that tiny pattern only someone paying attention would notice. A braided design, like rope. Like strength woven from many threads.
And mine.
A single band made from three metals—gold, silver, and rose gold—twisted into an unbreakable knot.
Holy shit.
My breath hitches, but this time from awe.
Arrow catches my look and whispers, “Like it?”
“I love it,” I whisper back, eyes stinging.
The officiant nods toward us, giving us space to continue.
I take the first ring with unsteady fingers and turn to Holt. His hand is already waiting, palm down, like he’s been ready for this since the day he met me.
“You were the first one who made me feel safe,” I say, voice thick. “The first one who made me believe I was worth loving.”
He presses his forehead to mine, just briefly. “Love you too, beautiful.”
I turn to Arrow, placing the next band onto his finger. “You made me laugh again. Trust again. Breathe again.”
His jaw clenches. “You saved me too,” he murmurs.
Then I turn to Luke. His hand dwarfs mine as I slide the ring on, and I blink fast to keep the tears from falling.
“You gave me a home when I didn’t believe I deserved one. You gave me yourself.”
His voice is rough and low. “And I’ll give you everything else too.”
They gather close then, all three of them, and together, hands overlapping, they guide the intertwined ring onto my finger.
Our bond. Our love. All of it, sealed here.
And I’m shaking, but I’ve never felt steadier.
It’s not just a ring.
It’s a promise.
A vow.
A forever.
And I’ve never felt more loved. More seen. More home .
I’m trying so hard not to cry, but the tears are coming anyway. Happy tears that I can’t stop even if I wanted to.
“By the power vested in me,” the officiant says, smiling, “I now pronounce you bonded mates. You may kiss your bride.”
They don’t need to be told twice.
Luke kisses me first, deep and claiming. Then Arrow, soft and sweet. Then Holt, possessive and perfect.
Everyone erupts into applause. People are standing, cheering, and I can hear Harper whooping somewhere in the crowd.
“I love you three so much,” I say, barely able to get the words out past the emotion.
“We love you too,” Arrow adds, his voice thick with emotion. “More than anything.”
“Always,” Holt finishes.
My breath catches. I swear the world tilts a little. If they weren’t already holding me, I’d probably melt straight through the ground.
“Okay, well.” I take a shaky breath, trying to steady the flutter in my chest. “Now it’s time for me to show you how we dance. Because I’ve kept this from you, but… I’m dreadful at it.”
Luke chuckles, brushing a thumb over my cheek. “Can’t be worse than Arrow.”
“Hey!” Arrow protests.
“It’s true,” Luke fires back, and Holt snorts beside them.
We start down the aisle together, hearts pounding in sync.
Someone cheers, and laughter ripples through the crowd.
I catch sight of twinkling string lights strung between the trees.
When did those go up? They spill golden light over everything, warm and dreamlike.
The sun has dipped low, painting the lake in molten orange, and for a second, I can’t tell if this is real or some fever dream spun out of happiness.
The photographer, a woman I don’t even recognize, is snapping away, camera clicking.
We reach the pergola, where tables are set with flickering candles and food is laid out perfectly. Someone has rigged up a bar, and the faint scent of bonfire smoke drifts through the air.
“Join us!” I call, throwing my arms wide to our guests. “Let’s make this a night we’ll never forget!”
Cheers answer back, and music swells. Harper appears from nowhere, throws her arms around me, and spins me once before hugging me tight.
“You did it,” she says against my shoulder, her voice half laugh, half sob. “You actually did it.”
“I did,” I whisper, breathless with disbelief. “I’m married.”
“It’s perfect,” she says, grinning.
Luke doesn’t even give me time to recover before he grabs my hand and twirls me onto the dance floor, the other two following.
“This is the best day of my life,” I say.
They glance over at me. “Mine too,” they answer in unison.
For one perfect moment, surrounded by golden light, music, and the men I love, I realize something I never thought I’d believe again?—
I’m not just loved.
I’ve finally found my true home.