One Year Later
My hands tremble as I clutch the bouquet, the delicate white veil fluttering against my face with each anxious breath. The wedding march begins, and my stomach ties itself into knots as tight as the ones my alphas will give me later tonight.
I shouldn’t be this nervous.
These alphas have seen every inch of me, claimed every part of me, and even fathered my beautiful babies—but walking toward them now, about to become officially theirs forever, has my omega instincts in complete overdrive.
“Ready?” my sister Carmen asks, squeezing my arm gently.
I nod, unable to form words as we take our first step onto the petal-strewn aisle.
The setting sun casts a warm orange glow over Howl’s Edge Island, transforming the simple outdoor ceremony into something magical. Rows of white chairs fan out on either side of us, filled with people whose faces blur together through my veil. I can only focus on the three tall figures waiting for me at the altar.
“Oh God.”
“Breathe, Lena,” Carmen whispers.
“I’ll try,” I whisper back, my voice little more than a squeak. “This doesn’t feel real.”
The gentle breeze carries the scent of ocean salt and wildflowers, mingling with the unmistakable alpha pheromones emanating from the front of the aisle. Even from this distance, my body responds instinctively to my mates, a rush of warmth spreading between my thighs as memories of their touches flash through my mind.
My thoughts drift to just months ago when my family flew to D.C. after hearing about the birth of the quadruplets. I’d been terrified they’d judge me for disappearing, for the relationship with the three new alphas, and for the mess my life had become after Zorin.
But the moment Carmen stepped into the hospital room, tears streaming down her face, all those fears dissolved.
“Oh, Lena,” she’d whispered, reaching for one of the tiny bundles in my arms. “They’re perfect.”
Mom had followed, then Francine, all of them cooing over the babies while eyeing my three hovering alphas with a mixture of curiosity and caution.
Damon had been the first to win them over, his protective stance softening as he explained how they had found me, cared for me, and loved me. Max had made them laugh with stories of my pregnancy cravings, while Gunnar demonstrated his devotion through silent vigilance, always watching me and the babies.
And now, here we are a year later at my wedding, my family fully supporting me as they walk me toward the rest of my life.
“I’m freaking out,” I admit to Carmen, my legs wobbling beneath my flowing white dress.
Carmen slows our pace slightly, her fingers tightening around mine.
“Listen to me, Lena. Those alphas up there? They worship the ground you walk on. I’ve watched them with you and the babies. They’re nothing like Zorin.”
The name sends an electric shock through my system, memories of cruel treatment flooding back.
“I know.”
“Zorin broke you,” Carmen continues, her voice fierce but quiet. “But Damon and his pack put you back together. They won’t hurt you like he did. I wouldn’t be giving you away if I thought otherwise.”
I swallow hard, focusing on the three figures coming into clearer view with each step.
My alphas. My protectors. My mates.
“I know they wouldn’t hurt me,” I whisper as I lock eyes with Damon, my heart stopping at the intensity of his gaze.
“Besides,” Carmen adds with a small smile, “if they ever tried anything, I’d rip their throats out myself.”
This startles a laugh from me, earning curious glances from nearby guests. My heart hammers against my chest as soft music plays in the background.
We’re halfway down the aisle now, and I can finally make out the expressions on my alphas’ faces. Damon’s dark eyes lock with mine through the veil, intense and possessive. To his right is Max, looking at me with pure adoration—his red curls catching fire in the sunset. Gunnar, stoic and powerful on Damon’s left, watches me with such hunger that my knees nearly buckle.
“Oh god,” I whisper to Carmen. “They’re looking at me like they want to devour me right here.”
“That’s how alphas look at their omega,” she responds. “Especially on their wedding day. Trust me, it’s a good thing.”
Three more steps.
My pulse races faster, the bouquet clutched so tightly in my trembling fingers that I’m surprised the stems haven’t snapped.
Two more steps.
I catch a whiff of their combined scents, and my omega wolf responds with a rush of slick between my thighs.
One final step, and I’m now standing before them.
“Who gives this omega to these alphas?” the officiant asks, his voice carrying across the gathered crowd.
“I do,” Carmen replies, placing my hand in Damon’s waiting palm. His skin is warm against mine, his grip firm and reassuring. Carmen gives me one last look of encouragement before releasing me completely and taking her seat in the front row.
I turn to face my three alphas, and my breath catches in my throat.
Damon’s eyes are suspiciously bright, a sheen of moisture making them glitter in the fading sunlight. Max is less subtle, a single tear tracking down his freckled cheek as he beams at me. Most shocking of all is Gunnar, whose usual stone-faced expression has cracked open to reveal raw emotion, his eyes swimming with unshed tears.
These powerful alphas are reduced to tears by the sight of me in my wedding dress. The realization makes my own eyes well up.
“You’re so beautiful,” Max whispers, lifting my veil and revealing my face to them fully. “Our perfect omega.”
I offer them a shy smile, still unable to believe that in moments, I’ll officially belong to these three incredible alphas who changed my life. My gaze drifts from their adoring faces to the guests, scanning the crowd until I find what I’m looking for- my babies.
They’re in the front row, all four dressed in adorable matching outfits. Phoebe and Amelia, with their tiny bows and red frilly dresses, are nestled in my mother’s arms, while Rhett and Luke, handsome in miniature gray suits, are being gently bounced on the knees of Carmen and Francine. At one year old, their little faces light up as they see me.
Tears spill over my lashes as I give them a tiny wave, my heart so full it might burst. The quadruplets wiggle excitedly in response, causing a ripple of affectionate laughter to spread through the guests.
The officiant clears his throat, pulling my attention back to the ceremony.
Damon steps forward first, taking both my hands in his. The setting sun casts shadows across the sharp planes of his face, making him appear even more dangerous and beautiful than usual.
“Lena,” Damon begins, his deep voice carrying effortlessly across the hushed gathering. His dark eyes bore into mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “From the moment I caught your scent, I knew you were meant to be ours. I vow to protect you with every fiber of my being, to cherish what is precious to you, and to lead our pack with strength and wisdom.”
The sincerity in his words and the promise of protection—it’s everything I have ever craved.
“I will never let anyone harm you again,” he adds softly so only I can hear, and my eyes sting with grateful tears.
Max steps forward next, his eyes twinkling with affection as he takes my still-trembling hands from Damon.
“My sweet Lena,” he says. “I vow always to make you smile, catch you when you fall, and remind you every day how perfectly you fit into our pack and hearts.”
Max has always known how to ease my anxiety and bring light back into my life whenever he finds me crying or waking from a nightmare.
Then Gunnar moves forward, his enormous muscular frame blocking the sunlight as he stands before me, his face is tight with concentration. His love is an emotion clearly harder for him to express in words.
“Lena,” he says, his voice rough like gravel. His eyes lock onto mine with predatory focus. “I vow to fight for you until my last breath, to claim you in ways that make you remember who you belong to, and to worship every inch of your body until you can’t remember your name.”
A collective intake of breath ripples through the guests, and heat flares in my cheeks at his boldness. Typical Gunnar, saying exactly what he means without any filter.
“Lena, would you like to recite your vows?” the officiant prompts, and I nod shyly.
“I still remember the day you alphas barged into my quiet little library like you owned the place, tracking in about fifty pounds of mud. I thought I was just offering shelter from a storm, but who knew it would turn into a full-blown mating bond?” I say with a smile as everyone chuckles around me. “But here’s the thing: that crazy, heat-induced weekend? That was the beginning of my life. You didn’t just claim my body- you claimed my heart. And then you gave me something even bigger: a pack. A family. And four very loud, very adorable reminders of what we created together.”
“That’s beautiful,” says Damon, wiping my tears with his thumb.
“I love you all so much,” I continue. “Our journey hasn’t always been easy, but you’ve been my rock. Thank you for making me better, loving me when I thought I was unlovable, and not leaving me when I constantly pushed you away.”
“We’ll never leave you, sweetheart,” says Max, his eyes fiery.
The officiant looks at all four of us with a smile. “With the vows completed, I now pronounce you alphas and omega. Alphas, you may now kiss your omega bride.”
Damon takes my hands, and I know this is the happiest moment of my life as my heart swells. His large hand slides to the nape of my neck, fingers threading through my hair as he pulls me toward him.
His lips claim mine in a kiss that’s firm and possessive. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, demanding and thorough, and I melt against him, forgetting the audience entirely. When he finally releases me, I’m breathless, my lips tingling, and my pulse racing wildly.
“There you go,” he growls, and I fan my face, making the guests laugh.
Max approaches me next, and I smile.
His kiss is as different from Damon’s as his vows were—sweet and tender, his lips soft against mine. He places his hand over my heart, feeling my heartbeat as we kiss.
“My wife,” says Max, and I smile, glowing as he looks at me.
Gunnar snakes an arm around my waist to pull me flush against his hard body while his other hand grips my jaw.
His kiss is nothing short of filthy, open-mouthed and demanding, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in a blatant imitation of what he plans to do to me later. I whimper against his lips, my pussy clenching and throbbing in response. When he finally releases me, I sway on my feet, drunk on his taste, as the officiant discreetly coughs, his face slightly flushed as he tries to regain control of the ceremony.
I hear a few knowing laughs from the audience, and even Carmen looks amused when I dare glance her way.
Damon’s hand finds the small of my back, a gentle touch that sends butterflies fluttering through my stomach.
“Mine,” he growls softly in my ear before suddenly bending and lifting me onto his shoulder in one fluid motion.
I gasp in surprise, my hands instinctively grasping at his suit jacket as he straightens to his full height. From this position, I have a perfect view of our laughing, cheering guests as Damon turns to carry me back down the aisle.
“Damon!” I squeal, half-laughing, half-mortified, as my dress rides up slightly.
“Better hold that dress down, little omega,” Max teases from beside us, his hand coming up to pat my bottom playfully. “Unless you want to give everyone a preview of tonight.”
Gunner flanks Damon’s other side, his expression having returned to its usual seriousness, but I notice how his eyes keep darting to where my dress is hitched up over my thighs.
The guests rise to their feet as we pass, throwing handfuls of rice and flower petals that rain down around us like confetti. I catch glimpses of smiling faces—my mother wiping away tears, Francine bouncing little Luke on her hip, Carmen giving me a knowing wink while surrounded by her own pack of alphas.
We reach the waiting limousine, its sleek black exterior adorned with white ribbons and flowers. The driver holds the door open, and Damon finally lowers me from his shoulder, setting me gently on my feet.
“In you go, my lovely wife,” he murmurs, his words making my belly clench with arousal.
I slide into the luxurious interior, immediately enveloped by the rich scent of leather and the combined pheromones of my alphas as they file in after me. Damon sits to my right, his thigh pressing against mine, while Max takes the spot on my left. Gunnar settles directly across from me, his knees nearly touching mine in the confined space.
As the door closes and the noise of the celebration fades, I let out a long breath and rest my head against Damon’s solid chest.
“We did it,” I whisper, feeling the tension drain from my body. “I can’t believe we actually had our wedding day.”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Max asks, his hand resting on my thigh.
I shrug, playing with the delicate lace on my dress. “After everything with Zorin, the pregnancy, the babies… sometimes it feels like I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop. It seems too good to be true.”
Damon’s hand finds mine, his fingers intertwining with mine. “You’re ours now. Officially.”
“The ceremony went perfectly,” Max says, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my shoulder. “Better than we could have hoped for.”
“But I think our officiant nearly had a heart attack after Gunnar’s kiss,” I giggle, glancing at the alpha in question.
Gunnar smirks, watching me from his seat. “He’s lucky that’s all I did to you in public.”
The darkness in his voice makes me blush almost instantly.
“The babies were so good,” I say, changing the subject before the pulsing heat between my thighs becomes unbearable. “I was worried they might cry during the ceremony.”
“They seem happy staying with your mom and your sisters while we’re gone,” Damon agrees, stroking my arm while I’m still lying on his chest.
“One week,” Max says, squeezing my shoulder. “One whole week of having you all to ourselves, with no two AM feedings or diaper changes.”
“Just two AM knottings,” Gunnar adds bluntly, his eyes darkening as they fix on my face.
My cheeks heat at his words, but I can’t deny the throbbing of my pussy.
It’s been difficult finding time for intimacy with four babies demanding constant attention. The thought of one uninterrupted week with my alphas makes my body tingle with anticipation.
I feel Damon’s large hand resting possessively on my belly through the delicate fabric of my wedding dress, his warmth seeping into my skin.
Without warning, his fingers begin a slow, deliberate journey downward, the pressure just enough to make my breath hitch as he finds the hem of my dress and slips beneath it. His palm is hot against my bare thigh, calloused fingers tracing lazy patterns on my sensitive skin, working steadily higher.
My heart hammers against my ribs, knowing exactly what my alphas have planned for this ride. They’ve been barely restraining themselves for weeks in anticipation of this night.
“Where—” I swallow hard as his thumb brushes dangerously close to the lace edge of my thong. “Where are we going?”
Damon’s dark eyes meet mine, pupils dilated with desire.
“That’s a surprise, little omega,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to that commanding alpha tone that makes my pussy clench instantly. “But I think we need to warm you up first.”
I squirm in my seat, trapped between Damon and Max, feeling their heat enveloping me from both sides while Gunnar watches with predatory intent from across the limo.
“She’s already warming up,” Max observes, noticing the flush spreading across my cheeks. “Her face is very pink already.”
“Let’s see if that pretty blush extends elsewhere,” Damon smirks. He nods to Gunnar, who leans forward without hesitation.
Gunnar’s strong hands grasp the skirt of my wedding dress, gradually bunching the expensive fabric around my waist. The cool air of the limo hits my exposed thighs, making goosebumps rise on my skin.
I instinctively try to press my legs together, but Damon’s hand on one thigh and Gunnar’s on the other keep my legs wide open.
“Max,” Damon orders, “check if our bride is ready for her wedding night.”
“But the driver,” I whisper harshly. The beta driver stares straight ahead and suddenly rolls up the barrier between us. I blush even harder, knowing that the driver knows I’m about to get ravished by my alphas.
My breath catches as Max slides from the seat to kneel on the limo floor between my forcibly spread legs. His freckled face is level with my most intimate parts, his warm breath fanning against my inner thighs as he studies the tiny white thong barely covering me.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, tracing one finger along the lace edge. “White for purity.”
“We all know our omega is anything but pure,” Gunnar chuckles darkly.
Heat floods my face at his words, but I can’t deny the rush of slick that bubbles from my pussy.
Gunnar and Damon spread my thighs wider, their grips bruisingly tight. Max hooks a finger under the thin strip of fabric and pulls it aside, exposing my pussy to their hungry gazes.
“Fuck,” Max breathes, his eyes widening. “She’s drenched.”
I whimper as I feel his fingers brushing through my folds, exploring my wetness with deliberate slowness. My hips buck involuntarily, seeking more pressure, but Damon’s hand moves to my lower belly, holding me firmly in place.
“Tell us what you see, Max,” Gunnar demands, his voice tight with restraint.
Max’s fingers continue their torturous exploration, dipping shallowly into my entrance before withdrawing. “Her pussy’s completely covered in slick. It’s running down toward her ass.”
Damon lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Was the thought of our wedding night arousing you, little omega?”
“Yes,” I gasp as Max’s thumb brushes teasingly over my clit.
“Check her ass, too,” Damon commands, his grip on my thigh tightening.
Before I can protest at the invasion, the three alphas perfectly coordinate to reposition me. Gunnar lifts me effortlessly while Max pulls my legs toward him. In seconds, I’m lying horizontally across the seats on my belly. My head is cradled in Damon’s lap, my body stretched out with my legs toward Max.
The position places me directly beneath the overhead lights of the limo, exposing every inch of me to their scrutiny.
I feel Damon’s erection pressing hard against my cheek through his suit pants as Gunnar and Max kneel on the floor beside the seat.
My wedding dress is bunched around my waist now, my ass completely exposed except for the thin strip of my thong disappearing between my cheeks.
“Hold her open,” Gunnar growls, and I feel their hands on my ass, squeezing the flesh roughly before pulling my cheeks apart. The cool air hits my asshole, and I bury my face against Damon’s thigh in embarrassment.
“Fuck,” Max gasps, and I can practically hear the grin in his voice. “Did our little omega get her asshole waxed for us?”
My face burns hotter against Damon’s leg. He threads his fingers through my hair, tugging gently until I’m forced to look up at him again.
“Did you, baby?” Damon asks softly. “Did you prepare your tight little asshole for your alphas’ cocks on your wedding night?”
I bite my lip, nodding slightly.
“I wanted… I wanted to be ready for you,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “For all of you.”
A collective groan rises from all three werewolves. Damon’s fingers tighten in my hair, forcing my head back further.
“Such a good, thoughtful omega,” he praises, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “Always thinking about how to please your alphas.”
“Look at how pink and tight it is,” Max marvels, his thumb gliding over my exposed hole. The unexpected touch makes me jolt and whimper. “Perfectly smooth, not a single hair.”
“I bet she had someone spread her cheeks just like this,” Gunnar adds, his voice rough with desire. “Legs spread wide while they waxed this pretty little pucker for us.”
His finger replaces Max’s, circling my rim with torturous slowness.
“Did you think about us while they were doing it, omega? Did your pussy get wet knowing we’d be staring at your smooth asshole on our wedding night?” Damon demands.
“Yes,” I gasp, unable to lie under their intense scrutiny. “I thought about you the whole time.”
“I want her to slick from her asshole,” Damon declares, his eyes dark with lust as he continues to hold my gaze. “Make it happen.”
My heart races at his command, knowing exactly what’s coming. Sure enough, I feel a slippery finger—I’m not sure whose—pressing against my rim, cold with lube or spit.
“We’ll make it happen, boss,” says Max, and I realize it must be his finger circling my entrance, gradually applying more pressure while Gunnar breathes heavily.
“The perfect omega deserves the perfect wedding night,” Damon replies, his free hand moving to unzip his pants. The sound of the zipper seems deafening in the confined space of the limo. “And that means getting fucked in all her pretty holes.”
Max’s finger breaches me just as Damon finishes speaking. His finger pushes past the tight ring of muscle with careful insistence.
I arch my back instinctively, a strangled moan escaping my lips as my body adjusts to the intrusion.
“That’s it,” Max encourages, working his finger deeper. “Open up for us, baby. Relax those muscles; you know what to do.”
A second finger joins the first—Gunnar’s this time, I think, based on the thickness, stretching me wider. The burn quickly transforms into pleasure as they work together, their fingers pumping in and out of my ass with increasing strokes.
“Lena is very eager,” Gunnar grunts, pushing his fingers deeper. “Her asshole is sucking us in.”
“I need your knot,” I moan, longing to reach our destination. I can’t help the shameless moans that escape me, my ass arching higher, silently begging for more.
I’m vaguely aware of the limo driver just beyond the partition, but I’m too lost in pleasure to care if he hears me.
“Your sounds are too beautiful to waste,” Damon murmurs, freeing his thick cock from his pants. It springs free, heavy, and flushed, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. “Open your mouth, omega. Let me silence those pretty moans from our driver. That’s only for us, baby.”
I part my lips obediently, and Damon guides his cock into my mouth, the musky, sweaty taste of him exploding across my tongue. He sighs in pleasure as I take him deeper, his hand firmly gripping my hair to control my movements.
Meanwhile, Max and Gunnar continue their relentless assault on my ass, adding a third finger that makes me moan around Damon’s cock. The vibration causes him to thrust deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck her ass harder,” Damon orders, his voice strained as he fights to maintain his composure. “I want her coming just from that.”
Their fingers drive into me with renewed vigor, curling and scissoring, stretching me in ways that send electric pulses of pleasure throughout my body. My pussy clenches on nothing, desperate for attention, but the alphas are focused solely on my ass, determined to fulfill their pack leader’s command.
The dual sensations of Damon’s cock sliding between my lips and the fingers pumping into my ass create a perfect storm of pleasure.
My stomach begins to clench, that telltale pressure building rapidly, my voice muffled against Damon’s cock.
“I think she’s close,” Max observes, his free hand gripping my thigh tightly. “Her pussy is gushing with slick.”
“Come from your ass, omega,” Damon growls at me, his cock still buried in my mouth. “Show us how much you love being filled by your alphas.”
My orgasm crashes through me with stunning force, my entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure radiate outward from my core. I feel a rush of slick gushing from both my pussy and my ass, soaking their fingers and probably the limo seat below me.
“Holy fuck,” Gunnar growls as they continue to work their fingers through my spasming hole, prolonging my pleasure until it borders on pain. “She’s fucking drenched.”
I whimper around Damon’s cock as they slowly withdraw their fingers, the sudden emptiness making me clench around nothing.
The lewd, wet sound of their exit brings a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing over me.
“Such a responsive omega,” Damon praises, finally withdrawing his cock from my mouth and tucking himself away with obvious reluctance. “And we’ve only just begun.”
The limo begins to slow, and I realize with a jolt that we’ve arrived at our destination. Gunnar and Max help me sit up, adjusting my wedding dress to cover me, though nothing can be done about the mess of slick coating my thighs.
“We’re here,” Max announces, peering out the window. “The perfect hideaway for our honeymoon.”
My legs feel wobbly as Damon helps me from the limo, my ass still tender from their attention.
We’ve stopped in what appears to be a secluded forest clearing, with towering pines creating a natural privacy screen around a stunning log cabin. Solar lights illuminate a stone pathway leading to the front door, and I can see the flicker of firelight through the windows.
Damon scoops me into his arms without warning, carrying me bridal-style toward the cabin while Max and Gunnar follow with our luggage.
“Do you like it?” Damon asks, his lips brushing against my forehead. “We had it built special for you.”
