Lana
The three days leading up to the wedding were exhausting. It was an utter whirlwind of chaos and decisions.
Once I got my mother and Roxie on board, all bets were off.
Mom booked us a local hotel. She was friends with the owner so she managed to get us the entire hall and the honeymoon suite upstairs.
Roxie agreed to be my maid of honor, and my brother would be the best man.
I thought the dress would be the hardest part, but the moment I walked in and saw it on the rack, I knew it was the one. Just like my pack said they knew I was the one from the moment they saw me.
Apparently, fate was on my side again because it was in my size. The dress was delicate and classy, lace covering the arms, the bodice plunging just enough to show cleavage, the skirt flaring out just enough.
It made me feel beautiful, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when I walked out wearing it.
I knew marrying a pack, giving my heart away again after the last one had promised me everything and failed, was a gamble.
But I’d risk everything for them.
My mom hired a hair and makeup team, and I spent the entire morning being pampered before finally sliding into my dress. Mom fought back tears as she took me in, and I was glad I’d let her back into my life after all this time.
This life I made here was full of people who cared about me, and I loved every one of them for being by my side today.
“Ready?” Roxie asked.
She was wearing her dress, and she looked stunning. I’d chosen black, knowing it would suit her. It was an off-the-shoulder number with a wide neckline that cinched at the waist. It suited her. She was going to have every single pack at this wedding eating out of her hands.
“I am,” I said, letting them lead me down the hallway.
My dads were waiting at the end, pride and emotion warring on their faces as we approached.
Traditionally, it was the head alpha’s honor to walk an omega down the aisle, but all three of my fathers were going to share it.
Of course, the head alpha was the one holding out his arm and standing in the center.
I slid my arm into his, the other two trailing behind us as the music began.
“I’m so happy for you, Lana,” he said softly, patting my hand. “You found a good pack.”
“I have,” I replied, my eyes already locked on the five men who held my heart.
They stood at the end of the aisle, in matching tailored suits, smiles lighting up every one of their faces.
Mason had a hand pressed to his chest, like he was holding himself together. Lennon looked like he was fighting the urge to run to me, scoop me up, and carry me down the aisle himself.
Kieran was beaming, and I was so proud of how far he’d come, how much he’d worked through his own heartbreak.
Wilder stood between the alphas, his broad shoulders stretching his suit to its limits. He looked incredible, and even in a room full of people, he only had eyes for me. His usual shyness was nowhere to be found.
Cade stood at the head of them all, my favorite lopsided smile urging me forward.
Roxie stood to one side, my brother to the other, as my fathers hugged me and handed me off.
My brother swept in, stealing a hug of his own, something we’d talked about. He more than deserved that honor.
I blinked away tears as he placed my hand into Cade’s.
Then, I was standing with my pack, all five of them reaching for me until our hands were joined together.
