Chapter 37
Atlas
“A wedding?” I asked as we sat in the roadside diner, pushing the extra plate of bacon I’d ordered over to Opal, since she’d only got French toast with whipped cream.
She needs to eat more meat if she’s going to carry our pups one day.
Slow down. Let’s get through the wedding thing first.
“Like a human wedding?” Dorian’s arm was slung over the back of the booth seat with Opal tucked in beside him.
It hit me that I should’ve been jealous he got to touch her, but I wasn’t. Not when I got to watch her eat, and her feet were in my lap under the table.
“Uh-huh.” Opal nodded as she bit into a piece of bacon. She was beautiful this morning with an extra glow about her skin and her hair done up in a messy bun to show off the new mate marks on her neck. “Unless you guys don’t want to marry me.”
Before I could respond, the waiter came up.
“Did you two need anything?” The sweet old woman asked Dorian and Opal.
“The three of us are done.” I handed her my card before anyone could interject, ignoring Dorian’s slight look of shame.
The waitress gave us a curious once-over and then went to ring up the bill.
“Of course we want to marry you,” I said, not caring if anyone else heard. “We just didn’t know you’d want that.”
Dorian nodded, sipping his black coffee. “But we can make it happen.”
“It’s not that I want to get human-married,” Opal explained. “But it was the best plan I could think of on such short notice.”
“Plan for…” I prompted.
“For Bailey Pack,” she mumbled.
Dorian set his mug down. “What?”
“Now, don’t get mad, but I know you didn’t get paid when you left the show because of me and my heat.” She rested her hand on his chest and batted those long eyelashes at him. “I came up with a plan to make it all better.”
He was a stronger wolf than me, because I would’ve folded so quick, but he still held to his pride. “I told you not to worry about this. I’ll find a way.”
Opal rolled her eyes as she pointed to her chest. “Omega. Worry. It’s literally in my blood.”
“Okay,” I said, trying to get her back on track before he caused her to worry more. “And how does a wedding help Bailey Pack?”
“Everyone loves love and wants to see a happy ending. I figured we could give them that.” Opal smiled like she’d just solved every problem in the world as she bit off another piece of bacon.
And damn if that didn’t make me want to bend her over the table right here.
Let’s do it.
Down boy.
Goddess, she’d created a beast.
“No,” Dorian said, putting a darkness on the whole conversation and making our mate frown.
I might’ve been able to tolerate him now, but I still didn’t mind the idea of knocking his lights out.
“And why not?” I asked for Opal’s sake.
He glared at me before answering. “We can’t risk bringing cameras or media attention near Atlas’s territory. If anyone recognizes some of his pack members, they might not be safe. Thanks for thinking of this, but I’ll find another way.”
Who is he and what did he do with Dorian?
“I already thought of that.” Opal patted his arm as if she was calming a pup.
“You did?” Dorian and I asked at the same time.
My heart swelled as I looked at them both, sensing the truth. It was this bond tying us all together. They cared about me. About my pack.
“Of course.” Opal dabbed her lips with the napkin. “If I’m going to be the Volk Luna, I need to make sure they’re taken care of too. Which is why I arranged for tour buses to pick up whoever wants to join us at our destination wedding.”
“Destination wedding…” Dorian drawled.
I was struck speechless, too busy staring at my wonderful mate—our wonderful mate—to argue.
If she wanted a wedding, Opal got a wedding. I’d even wear a tuxedo and speak to the cameras again.
Opal stood and reached for our hands, not caring who saw us as she grabbed them both and dragged us to our feet. “Have you boys ever been to West Virginia?”