Bonus Chapter
SLOANE
Okay. This is it.
The big day.
I’m getting married. To three guys. Who also happen to be in a famous rock band.
No pressure.
I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection in awe.
I’m wearing white. Not because I didn’t want to go for black, believe me, I did, but because I couldn’t quite bring myself to break that tradition. And somehow, in this dress, I actually look… like a bride, which is wild but, you know, in a totally Sloane kind of way.
I’ve been through a lot, given up even more, but when I look at the woman staring back at me, this might be the calmest I’ve ever felt.
Weird, right? It should be nuts. But maybe after spending the last year in a constant state of holy hell, what did I get myself into? This feels like peace.
My thumb glides over the three gold bands on my finger, now joined together by the delicate loops they added later so they’d never sit apart.
Roman’s is a bold knot-shaped band he slid onto my hand the moment we stepped offstage, grinning as he said, “You didn’t think we’d leave you with the ring pop, did you?”
Ezra’s came next: a slender band traced with tiny stones that caught the backstage lights, turning his quiet smile into something luminous.
And Creed, at last, slipped a smooth gold band onto my finger, his thumb brushing it as he whispered that he didn’t need anything flashy, just something that would stay with me the way he always would.
Now the rings rest together, intertwined, glinting in the light like they’ve always belonged that way—three pieces, one promise.
I take a deep breath.
No, this is real. This is actually happening.
It’s going to be a small, quiet wedding… well, as quiet as a rock band’s wedding can be. Friends, family, and probably a few thousand people who’ll hear about it in thirty seconds.
Wild Reverie’s wedding? Not exactly a low-profile affair.
“You good, Sloane?”
Ivy’s voice breaks through my thoughts. She’s leaning against the doorframe, smirking in that I’ve got it together way she does, though I can tell she’s been holding in nerves all day.
I wave a hand, trying not to sound like a total mess. “Yeah, I’m great. Totally normal to be getting married right now. Not freaking out at all.”
Ivy snorts. “If you weren’t freaking out, I’d be worried.”
I laugh, even though my heart’s doing the cha cha in my chest. “Yeah, well, it’s a big deal. I’m not just marrying one guy, I’m marrying three. You don’t exactly stumble into that kind of relationship.”
“Tell me about it,” she says, grinning before softening. “You look amazing, Sloane.”
I flush. “You think?”
“Stop fishing for compliments. You know you do.” She steps closer. “I’m proud of you. You’ve made it this far, and it hasn’t been easy. But you found something real.”
“Yeah,” I say quietly. “I think so.”
My thoughts drift to the guys. Roman, Ezra, and Creed, out there waiting. My heart flutters.
Just then, the door swings open and in walks Riley, my wild child cousin, fresh from her latest adventure, Thailand? Australia? Who knows.
“Am I late?” she asks, tossing her bag aside. She’s wearing this bohemian designer dress that probably costs more than my car, typical Riley.
“Riley, you’re literally the last bridesmaid,” Ivy says, rolling her eyes. “Should’ve known you’d be late, just like every Zoom call.”
“Well, that’s my thing,” Riley says with a wink. “Fashionably late.” Then her grin softens as she looks me over. “Holy hell, Sloane. You look amazing.”
I laugh nervously. “Pretty sure I’m one step away from a wardrobe malfunction.”
“Please. If anyone’s going to trip, it’s me,” Riley says, pulling me into a hug. “But you? You were born for this.”
Ivy smirks. “Because you’re totally the wedding expert.”
“Maybe not,” Riley says, “but I know a thing or two about kicking ass. You’ve got this, Sloane.”
The tension in my shoulders eases. “Thanks, guys. Really.”
A knock sounds, and Olivia peeks in, glowing as always, baby Jacob bundled in her arms.
“Sorry, I’m trying to get him to sleep,” she says with a smile. “He doesn’t want any of his dads. Just me.”
I melt a little. “You brought the cutest guest. He’s the real VIP.”
“Don’t make me cry before the ceremony,” Olivia laughs, holding him up so I can kiss his tiny forehead. “I had to bring him. His first wedding!”
I laugh, eyes stinging. “You, your baby, Riley’s jet lag… this is exactly how I pictured today.”
“Totally.” Riley’s already got her phone out. “This wedding’s going viral.”
“Riley!” Ivy groans.
“Don’t act like you’re not posting too,” Riley fires back.
I shake my head, laughing. Around me are the women who’ve seen me through everything, and somewhere outside, waiting, are the men who changed my life.
It’s happening…
The walk down the aisle is a blur. Everything around me is warm and glowing: fairy lights, eucalyptus garlands, and flowers that smell like home. The little chapel in Coyote Glen sparkles like starlight.
Riley catches my eye, mouthing Don’t trip. Olivia rocks Jacob, and Ivy’s already crying.
Then I see them.
Roman’s at the altar, impossibly confident, tux perfect, hair slicked back just enough to make him look like sin in a suit.
Creed stands next to him, steady and composed, a quiet kind of happiness in his eyes.
Ezra’s beside him, tie crooked, rubbing the back of his neck like he always does when he’s nervous.
It’s too much. Too beautiful. Too real.
Roman’s gaze meets mine, and everything else fades. His smile is pure trouble, but today, it’s real, just for me.
By the time I reach him, I’m fighting back tears. Roman doesn’t wait for any cue; he pulls me into his arms, tight enough to make the crowd laugh. I don’t care. The second he holds me, everything else disappears.
“You look incredible,” he whispers.
I grin through my nerves. “You look like a movie star.”
“Better than a movie star,” Ezra jumps in. “You’re the star here. Always. Look, Creed might be about to cry…”
The officiant clears his throat, everyone chuckles, and it’s perfect. Chaotic, but perfectly us.
Then it’s time for vows.
My heart stutters. Words? What are those again?
I take a breath and start with Roman.
“You’re everything I never expected,” I say softly. “You’re chaos and calm all at once. Even when I don’t have it figured out, you remind me I don’t have to, because you’re right here, figuring it out with me. I love you.”
Roman’s grin falters just enough to let me see it hit home.
I turn to Ezra.
“You are my stillness,” I say. “You see me when I’m trying not to be seen. You make silence feel like safety. You’ve shown me that love doesn’t have to be loud to be strong. Yours has changed me.”
Ezra’s eyes glimmer, his laugh shaky.
“I love you,” I whisper, and he squeezes my hand.
Then, Creed.
He’s standing a little apart, jaw tight, emotion fighting to break through.
“Creed,” I say softly, stepping closer. “You were the hardest to reach, the hardest to figure out. But you’ve got the biggest heart I’ve ever known.
You guard it like it’s dangerous.” The crowd laughs gently.
“You taught me that love isn’t always easy.
It’s work, it’s trust, it’s showing up even when it’s hard.
You make me braver. And I love you for that. ”
Creed’s jaw flexes, his eyes glassy, and I know he’s holding everything in. But I can see it all there, written across his face.
Ezra clears his throat, stepping forward first. “You make sense of things that shouldn’t make sense. You’re the reason songs come out of me again. You’re the line that keeps replaying in my head. The anchor. The muse. The madness. And I don’t want to stop chasing that.”
I blink fast, trying not to cry. “That’s… a lot.”
Creed takes my hand next, his thumb brushing over my skin.
“I didn’t think I’d ever do this,” he admits. “Not marriage. Not love. But you broke through everything I thought I had to protect. You make me want to be better. You make me feel. And I’ll spend every day trying to give you peace.”
Someone sniffles loudly. Probably Riley.
Then Roman steps up, smirking. “My turn?”
I nod. “Go ahead.”
“Sloane Katz,” he says. “The first time I met you, I thought you were trouble. Turns out, you were the best kind. You called me out when I needed it, told me to shut up when I deserved it, and somehow, you still ended up here. You’re smart, infuriating, beautiful, and mine.
Well,” he glances at the others, smirking, “ours.”
Laughter ripples through the crowd.
“You make every day something worth writing about,” he finishes softly. “And I’ll spend my life making sure you never forget how loved you are.”
Roman kisses me first, of course, he does, but then Ezra finds my hand, and Creed presses a kiss to my temple.
The room erupts in cheers. Riley whistles so loudly that Jacob startles. Ivy sobs into Olivia’s shoulder.
The band plays softly in the background, something familiar and sweet. And as I stand there, surrounded by everyone I love, it hits me.
This is it.
Not a scandal.
Not a headline.
Not a temporary fix.
Just love.
Messy, beautiful, too big to fit love.
Mine.
It’s a day.
A magically beautiful day.
But I have to admit, it feels good to be back at our Coyote Glen home with my men. My husbands, now.
Judging by the look in their eyes, they feel the same way. Especially now that I’ve tossed my gorgeous wedding dress to the side.
Creed’s fingertips don’t just trace circles; they draw delicate, lazy loops against the tender inner skin of my bare thigh, each one sending a spark dancing up my nerve endings.
Roman’s gaze doesn’t just linger; it roves over me like a physical touch, his jaw tightening until a small muscle twitches in his cheek.
And Ezra… he’s the master of the casual touch. The brush of his knuckles along my arm, a murmur in my ear that sends a shiver dancing down my spine like an electric current. But his eyes? They’re infernos, burning with an intensity that’s impossible to ignore.