"But why would anyone want this?" Kian persisted.
"Because lots of girls dream of their wedding day," Paige answered. "It's all about the dress and the flowers and the rings."
Kian's eyes narrowed in a mixture of disgust and concern. "You're not going to want one of these, are you?"
"No, I'm perfectly happy," Paige reassured him. "I just understand where Faith is coming from."
Troy watched as every claimed alpha nervously watched his mate to gauge her reaction to Kian's question. Some seemed as indifferent as Paige—but others seemed to be considering the subject seriously.
He shuddered to think that Faith might have started a trend. His poor brothers.
"You've got to be kidding me, Gail," Randall, the oldest mated alpha in the settlement, growled in exasperation. "We've been mated for twenty damn years, and now you want a wedding?"
"I didn't say I wanted one," his mate said. "Just that it would be nice."
"That's the same damn thing! Come on, Gail, there's a goddamned beta here—that's how low Troy's been brought down."
"He's the minister," Zeke said, coming to Troy's defense. "He has to be here. Can't have one of these things without one."
Randall crossed his arms. "I don't give a shit who he is. I've already had enough betas running wild on my property this year. I won't have any more."
"That's fine," Gail said, taking her mate's arm with a smile. "We'll just have the ceremony at Evander's instead."
Randall had just opened his mouth to protest when the front door of the house opened.
Troy's breath caught in his throat. He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
Faith stepped out onto the patio, her golden hair curled and swept up on top of her head, falling in long spirals around her face. In her hands was a bouquet of holly and white snowdrops.
The white dress that Mia had helped Faith order was made of lace, closely fitted on top before flaring out into skirts that reached all the way to the ground.
It was magnificent.
She was magnificent.
Troy stepped out from the garage to get a better view. Every alpha and omega gathered in Troy's yard was transfixed. Every objection his brothers had raised only moments earlier was forgotten as they took in the sight of his beautiful mate.
His bride.
The nervous-looking minister followed behind her, taking his place at the center of the steps. He beckoned at Troy to take his place at Faith's side.
Troy stepped forward, suddenly not caring that he'd lost that pool game. Fuck, he'd happily lose a thousand more if it made her happy.
"Are you ready?" the minister asked Faith.
Troy took her hand, warmth spreading through him as she smiled up at him.
"Absolutely," she said. "I've been waiting for this day my whole life."
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* * *ZEKE: The Boundarylands Omegaverse
She wasn't going to make it.
Wailing sirens filled Darcy Winters's ears. Flashing blue and red lights lit up the inside of her car. No matter how hard she floored it, the canyon a blur along the deserted highway, the cops were gaining on her.
"Come on. Come on," she muttered as she gripped the steering wheel even tighter, leaning forward as if the force of her will could push her little hatchback faster.
It didn't work.
A split second later, Darcy screamed as one of the cop cars rammed her rear bumper, and the impact slammed her forward into her steering wheel.
She glanced frantically into the rearview mirror to see what she already knew was there—the cop car practically on top of her, preparing to come at her again.
At least Darcy was prepared for the next impact. She held tight to the wheel as her car was shoved to the right, barely missing the guard rail, and through some miracle managed to stay on the road.
The bastards were trying to force her off the road.
Of course, they were. By now, the Baron brothers had to know where she was headed—the only place where their authority didn't reach.
The Boundarylands.
Darcy was under no illusion that she'd be safe there. Not in the traditional sense of the word. She was a lone woman, driving straight into the heart of alpha country. Yesterday, she wouldn't have dreamed of doing something so stupid and reckless.
But a lot had changed since then.
The most important being that Scott Baron was dead.
His blood was still all over her hands. On her clothes. In her hair.
And his brothers were on her tail, fired up for vengeance.
How the hell had she gotten mixed up with an entire empire of corrupt cops?
The same way she always ended up in trouble—by ignoring her head and listening to her heart instead. Though in Scott Baron's case, Darcy had been following someplace south of her heart.
Of course, she wouldn't have to worry about any part of her anatomy if she didn't stay focused on getting over the boundary.
She was close—less than a mile away. No doubt that was why the Baron brothers were becoming more desperate, bashing into over and over, leaving rubber on the road. Someone up above must be looking out for her because Darcy had somehow managed to avoid plunging over the edge to her death.
But then, on the next
