Page 41 of Alfie

I can’t wait to see you! I’ve missed you.

I miss you too! Text when you’re here, I’ll meet you in the foyer.

You got it.

He put on a playlist and tucked the small box in the console, then left the parking lot to meet up with his favorite girl.

He walked into the foyer of the grand mansion and found Myla, a vision in a curve-hugging burgundy dress, waiting for him. She’d gotten her hair and makeup done along with the wedding party, and while she looked like an old-fashioned movie star, he thought she always looked mouth-wateringly incredible.

And tonight, she was just as beautiful as the night they’d met.

He kissed her cheek. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

She gave his tie a little tug. “You’re looking pretty amazing yourself. My dad and Milo are still in the bar. Dad said you could hang out with them until the ceremony.”

“Sounds good.”

He took her hand and they walked to the bar, where he greeted her dad and Milo, and was introduced to Alice’s father, Will, and several relatives and friends on both sides of the family.

“I have to get back,” Myla said. “I’ll see you after the ceremony.”

He kissed her cheek and watched her leave, his wolf letting out a silent sigh.

Joe pushed a crystal tumbler toward Alfie and lifted his own, while Milo and the others joined him. Alfie lifted the drink as Joe said, “To Milo and Alice, and happy times ahead. And to new members of the family.” He smiled at Alfie as they all cheered Milo.

He fell into easy conversation with Joe and Milo, about work and family and how intricate weddings could be. He’d always felt very welcomed with Myla’s family, and even more so now, as Joe and Milo included him in the conversation, and treated him like they were part of their family.

“Myla’s happy,” Joe said when it was time for them all to take their places. “And I’ve got you to thank for that.”

“She makes me happy too.”

Alfie stared at him for a long moment in silence that felt like it weighed a hundred pounds.

“Would you like to ask me something?” Joe asked.

“It’s Alice and Milo’s day,” Alfie said.

“But the time is coming, right?”

“Yes.”

“Ask me now, then. There is no time like the present.”

Milo wandered away with his best man and groomsmen, and other family members, leaving Joe and Alfie at the bar. “I’d like to ask Myla to marry me, and I would love your permission.”

Joe smiled and extended his hand. “You have my blessing, and Stacy’s too.”

“Thank you,” Alfie said, relief flooding through him. “I swear on my life that I’ll make her the happiest woman on the planet.”

“I know you will,” he said. He clapped him on the shoulder. “Time for me to go find my wife and escort her inside. You sit on the bridal side in the first row with us. You’re family.”

Alfie felt ten feet tall. “I will.”

He finished the drink and set the glass on the counter, then made his way to the ceremony room, sitting in the first row.

As the ceremony started a little while later, he turned to watch Myla walking down the aisle with one of Alice’s brothers, and he honestly forgot how to breathe, she looked so beautiful. When she took her place in line with Alice, she met Alfie’s gaze, and his wolf howled in his head happily.

She was theirs. Heart and soul and every inch between. And they were hers too, nose to tail, heart and soul. From the earth to the moon and back again.