Cole just shrugged. “We know the first time we meet someone who is supposed to be with us. There is no reason to hold off on the ceremony when you know the one you are supposed to be with arrives in your life.” Cole turned in his seat and gave her mother one of those stares.
“Are you not happy with me?” he asked and at once her mom was there climbing into his lap.
“I love you, never doubt that, but a girl would love to be courted a little, you know. Date nights, movies, dinners, plays, a ride in Central Park in a horse buggy. Things like that.” Katherine said.
Betsy snorted. “Good luck with that. I’m afraid, dear Jasmine, our men are not romantic at all. Do you know what this man got me for out fifth wedding anniversary?” she pointed to Hendrick, who moaned.
“Woman I apologized for that over and over. What else do you want?” Hendrick asked.
“He got me a new kitchen and said and I quote, ‘Now you can make me the meals I love without having to do too much work.’” Her grandmother glared at him.
“And do you know she hasn’t made her lasagna since that date!” he grumbled back and Cole laughed.
“I don’t know what you are laughing about. Where did we go for our honeymoon?” Katherine asked, getting up and opening the bag on the bed. “Alaska in the middle of winter. Do you know how freaking cold it was up there? Even with Mr. Heatbox over there, I still think I got frostbite on my ass.”
Jasmine never laughed so hard in her life as Cole and Hendrick grumbled while Betsy and her mom took the dress out and laid it on the bed. “From what I’ve been told this dress was made back in 1900. What do you think?” Her mother asked as she stared at the late Victorian red dress.
She reached down and ran her hand over the silk. The bodice was cut very low, even for the time period, but what drew her attention was the half-naked back where the green laces were. The dress and train was a good three feet long. “It’s one of the most beautiful dresses I’ve ever seen.” Jasmine hugged her mom tight. “Thank you.”
“Now, later in the evening you will have your first shift and joining in wolf form. For this time I have the dressing robe for you to wear that all alpha females have worn in our family. It will be placed downstairs in the private bathroom for your changing later. This way you won’t ruin your wedding dress,” Betsy said, pulling out a red, black and gold robe. “It will be your job to hand this dress down if I’m not here when the time comes.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Jasmine whispered hugging the woman tight. “I need my Nana always,” she said.
“You know you are the only grandchild who has ever called me that and I love it.” She kissed her cheek. “Now, come on, you have to eat and keep up your strength, because there will not be any rest for you tonight.”
Chapter Ten
R.D. scanned the crowd around him as he waited for their mate to make her entrance. For a last minute wedding ceremony even he was impressed. The gazebo they stood under was wrapped in roses, lilies, and daisies.
Candles were lit all around them and over 400 people were here, including Jasmine’s best friends. He smiled remembering her screech of happiness when Logan had shown them where she was. Katherine even had dresses for each of her friends and Maddy from what his father had told him.
He adjusted his tie. “They need to…” The words died when the Wedding March started and Maddy came down the long path on a white horse, sitting sidesaddle. One of his men stopped the horse and helped her off it to make the rest of her way down the aisle to them. Her dress was a black silk that showed all of her curves and had his uncle, her father, growling at first before his wife slapped his arm, hushing him.
Next to him Logan snorted and turned to see her best friend Mary come down next. Her long brown hair was over her right shoulder. To the left Jasper moved up, stopping the horse and helping her down. “Looks like we’ll have another mating soon,” Logan whispered, and he nodded.
“I wonder how long it will take him to figure out she’s his?” R.D. laughed, watching the two of them coming down the aisle to separate when they stepped up onto the platform. Behind them Mary rode up to be greeted by Daman, but then his gaze centered on the carriage that held his dad and their woman.
Nothing had prepared him for the breathtaking sight of his woman as Cole helped her down off the carriage. The dark red dress hugged every inch of her full figure body. The bodice was low, showing more than he would have allowed if he had chosen the dress. But the glowing expression on her face, not even a fine veil could cover.
Everyone stood and turned to see the bride make her way down the aisle on his father’s arm. Her mother stood in the front row, crying, as she watched her daughter. Little did their woman know, but soon she would be a sister.
Cole had told them earlier that Katherine was expecting, but they wanted to wait until Jasmine had her special day to tell her. As he placed her hand into R.D.’s, he stared at him. “If you hurt her, I’ll kick your ass,” he snarled, flashing a glare at Logan too as he put her other hand in his.
He nodded and the three of them stepped forward to the preacher after Cole lifted the veil and kissed her. “Always my daughter,” he whispered.
“Always my daddy,” she answered back.
The ceremony went quickly, the words and the exchange of rings, but when
