Jasmine took one of the rings out of the box and stared at the engraving on the ring. “It’s stunning. The outside is perfect. Can you write something inside the rings - an engraving?” she asked as an idea formed in her head.
“Yes, of course,” he grinned and pulled out a piece of paper and pen. “Write what you want inside.”
Taking the paper and pen, she quickly wrote the words that came from the heart, handing the paper to him. “You won’t show them the rings, will you? I want the engraving to be a surprise,” she asked, as he read the passage she had written.
He laughed and gave her a heated once over. “They will not see the rings until you put them on their hands. I’ll leave these with your father this afternoon.” He cringed, looking down at the floor. “What about the other rings?”
“Are you okay?” she asked, wondering about the change in his attitude.
“He is fine, he’s just stepped over the line a little and my son has chastised him. I’m afraid R.D. is a very jealous man, Princess, and any heated gazes you get from any man will not go over well.” Cole nodded to the other box. “Hurry up and look at your rings before R.D. comes storming in here dragging Garth away.”
Jasmine glared over at Cole. “He has done nothing wrong. Stop picking.” She took the other ring box from the man as she gave him the men’s rings. Using her thumb, she popped the box open and gasped.
There were two rings in the box. “Here, this is for you,” Garth said handing her a piece of paper.
Princess,
There will be no engagement rings on your fingers. Instead, we give you our bands of love to wear, one on each hand. I hope these are to your liking. And, no, we didn’t ask you to marry us, because you already accepted both of us in front of our people. This is a much stronger commitment than any human marriage could ever be.
Your alphas and mates,
R.D. & Logan
She took one ring out and held it up to the light when Jasmine noticed the inside, Promises of Unconditional Demands and Love. She burst out laughing after reading it. “This is perfect,” Jasmine knew R.D. had insisted on this saying as she lifted the next ring and read it’s inscription. A lifetime of explaining and love.
“They are perfect. Don’t change a thing, and thank you,” she handed the rings back quickly, hearing a growl outside the door.
“Don’t you dare come in here,” her mother shouted and ran to the door, stepping outside as Garth left, closing it behind her.
Jasmine was about to sit down when Cole reached out and pulled her to the small table where breakfast awaited them. “I know this a lot to take in, but you were meant to be with them, Princess. They’ll give you everything you want.”
“I know they’ll try, but everyone can’t get everything they want, Dad. Even you know this,” Jasmine took a sip of her coffee and jumped when someone pounded on the door.
“Knock it off, Jasmine, I’m trying not to come into that room right now, but hearing your little moans is not helping,” R.D. growled and her mother laughed out there.
“Relax, you’ll have her tonight. Now go, you two have a room to finish and a honeymoon to plan,” her mother yelled, squeezing into the door and slamming it before either of them could peek in. “I swear, they’re a bunch of little boys wanting their candy.”
Both of them moaned out in the hall. “You had to say candy,” they grunted and Jasmine laughed, hearing them stomp down the stairs, mumbling.
Jasmine popped a piece of bacon in her mouth. When she heard the door open again. Hendrick and his wife Betsy came into the room. “Are we too late for breakfast with our little girl?’ Betsy asked as Jasmine got up and hugged her grandparents.
“Never too late. Come sit,” Jasmine said and took her seat again.
“Well, we come bearing gifts for you,” Betsy said giving her a jewelry box. “This was Hendrick’s mother’s necklace. It is now yours. Something old to wear.”
“Oh my God! This is too much,” she looked at Betsy and then Hendrick. “Shouldn’t something like this go to Maddy or your blood grandchildren?” she asked trying to give the emerald choker back to her.
“What! Have we ever treated you any differently than our other grandchildren?” Hendrick snarled and stood, taking the choker out of the box and placing it around her neck.
“Well no, but you know what I meant, old man,” she said, touching it as he knelt down in front of her.
“Jasmine, you are our granddaughter and would have been even if you hadn’t been mated to Cole’s sons. Just as I know Cole thinks the same thing. You are his daughter first and don’t think he or I won’t take them to task if they hurt you.” Hendrick kissed her cheek and sat down next to Betsy.
“Maddy is helping set up the gazebo for your wedding since the boys don’t know what they are doing, but she wanted me to give you this. It’s something borrowed. I gave her this when she graduated college and it would go perfectly with the dress your mother has chosen for you.” Betsy took her hand and clasped an emerald bracelet around her wrist.
“Wow, just wow, and when did you pick out my dress?” Jasmine asked her mom who laughed.
“Actually I picked it out when you were about 15?” she looked to Cole who nodded. “Yep, when we were in New England she found it.” He took a bite of his food watching as her mother got up and pulled out a garment bag.
“I had all the alterations done last week when he dropped the bombshell about his sons being your mates. I knew how fast courting and marriages went for their kind,” she grumbled, lifting her ankle up showing off her
