EB Chapter 67: Wedding Day
I jolt awake, the mattress dipping as Katie launches herself onto the bed with a force that belies the early hour. Her energy is infectious, a whirlwind of excitement that shatters the remnants of my sleep. My men are conspicuously absent, their absence noted but not mourned, as a steaming cup of coffee sits on the nightstand, its aroma wafting toward me. Beside it, a danish teeters precariously on the pillow, its flaky layers threatening to crumble at the slightest touch.
I smile. They left pieces of themselves here so I wouldn’t wake up completely alone. Vincent knows my need for coffee and Sam can’t resist feeding me. It is their way of showing they care and how deeply they love me.
“Today is it!” Katie squeals, her voice cutting through the morning haze like a knife. “Those bastards are finally making an honest woman out of you.” Her words are a jolt, a reminder of the magnitude of the day ahead. Before I can fully process her announcement, the door bursts open, and Morgan and Agnes spill into the room, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of congratulations and last-minute instructions. Amira follows, her arms laden with an overwhelming array of dresses, each one more exquisite than the last.
Morgan sighs, a dramatic gesture that speaks volumes. “I tried to limit Katie’s choices,” she admits, and if this is her version of restraint, I dread to think of the original selection. The dresses are laid out before me, a sea of silks, lace, and satin. My fingers brush over the fabrics, each one a promise of elegance and grace. But I know what I’m looking for, and my hand pauses on a gown that feels like an extension of myself. It’s the one—a dress that whispers of power, beauty, and the woman I’m becoming. I know that this just isn’t a statement to the world, this is something more. This is a day that would linger in our minds for eternity.
The girls disperse, leaving me alone with Gabriel and Mormo. Their presence is a comfort, a reminder of the strength and camaraderie that have brought me to this moment. “We’re here to give you to those idiots,” Mormo quips, his dry humor a mirror to my own. Gabriel laughs. “Don’t mnd him. He is just a bit salty that he finally got his daughter back and now he must hand her over.”
I laugh. “Yeah, we sure didn’t go about things traditionally, did we?”
Gabe shakes his head and Mormo nods. Mormo says, “No, we didn’t. Your mother was anything but traditional. She wanted everyone to love freely, and she didn’t get to be here to see it, but I am. I would love to have had more time with you, but we have an eternity now and I know that she is watching. Plus, you could have picked worse assholes.” He chuckles. “Though, I should have lit a fire under Bael’s ass. But what is done is done. Now, let’s go get you married and announce the future we all get thanks to you.” Gabriel opens a portal, the air shimmering with energy, and we step through, emerging on a hilltop that overlooks the most breathtaking island I’ve ever seen.
The view steals my breath. Below, the gathering of supernatural beings is a tapestry of colors and forms, a sea of faces that stretch as far as the eye can see. The altar stands at the center, a simple yet elegant structure adorned with flowers that glow with an otherworldly light. My mates are there, their presence a beacon that pulls me forward with an irresistible force.
Sam’s broad shoulders are squared, his stance confident yet relaxed. Brandon stands beside him, his usual sarcasm momentarily replaced by a raw, open vulnerability. Eric’s regal poise is unmistakable, his every movement a testament to centuries of refinement. Vlad’s commanding aura fills the space around him, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes my heart race. Vincent’s brooding intensity is softened by a rare tenderness, his gaze a promise of unwavering devotion. And Bael—Bael’s presence is a storm, his dark charisma a force that draws me in, irresistible and all-consuming.
As I take the first step down the hill, the weight of the moment settles over me like a cloak. The air is thick with anticipation, the whispers of the crowd a gentle hum that vibrates through my bones. I feel the eyes of gods, vampires, werewolves, and creatures beyond my understanding fixed on me. This is not just a wedding; it’s a declaration, a union that will bind us all in ways I’m only beginning to comprehend.
The dress I chose feels like a second skin, the fabric flowing gracefully with each step. It’s not just a gown; it’s a statement, a reflection of who I am and who I’m becoming. I’m not just Eva anymore—I’m a goddess, a mate, a force to be reckoned with. And today, I’m claiming my place beside these men who have become my everything.