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He was a stronger wolf than me, because I would’ve folded so quick, but he still held to his pride. “I told you not to worry about this. I’ll find a way.”

Opal rolled her eyes as she pointed to her chest. “Omega. Worry. It’s literally in my blood.”

“Okay,” I said, trying to get her back on track before he caused her to worry more. “And how does a wedding help Bailey Pack?”

“Everyone loves love and wants to see a happy ending. I figured we could give them that.” Opal smiled like she’d just solved every problem in the world as she bit off another piece of bacon.

And damn if that didn’t make me want to bend her over the table right here.

Let’s do it.

Down boy.

Goddess, she’d created a beast.

“No,” Dorian said, putting a darkness on the whole conversation and making our mate frown.

I might’ve been able to tolerate him now, but I still didn’t mind the idea of knocking his lights out.

“And why not?” I asked for Opal’s sake.

He glared at me before answering. “We can’t risk bringing cameras or media attention near Atlas’s territory. If anyone recognizes some of his pack members, they might not be safe. Thanks for thinking of this, but I’ll find another way.”

Who is he and what did he do with Dorian?

“I already thought of that.” Opal patted his arm as if she was calming a pup.

“You did?” Dorian and I asked at the same time.

My heart swelled as I looked at them both, sensing the truth. It was this bond tying us all together. They cared about me. About my pack.

“Of course.” Opal dabbed her lips with the napkin. “If I’m going to be the Volk Luna, I need to make sure they’re taken care of too. Which is why I arranged for tour buses to pick up whoever wants to join us at our destination wedding.”

“Destination wedding…” Dorian drawled.

I was struck speechless, too busy staring at my wonderful mate—our wonderful mate—to argue.

If she wanted a wedding, Opal got a wedding. I’d even wear a tuxedo and speak to the cameras again.

Opal stood and reached for our hands, not caring who saw us as she grabbed them both and dragged us to our feet. “Have you boys ever been to West Virginia?”

38

Dorian

“I thought you said you wanted to teach,” Atlas grumbled as I tried and failed to show him how to tie his tie.

“Willing students and not bumbling idiots like you.” I smacked his hand away. “Here. Let me do it.”

We were gathered in the library of the resort the Omega council had rented up in the Appalachian Mountains, waiting for our cue to go outside.

A few members of our packs sat sipping drinks on the lounging couches. Aunt Sunny and Ma were on opposite ends of the room from Jeannette and a few other women on Atlas’s side.

Mean old dam is what she is.

Jeannette eyed us sideways as I finished with Atlas’s tie, but she loved Opal, so I ignored her hatred of me and my pack.

“Dorian, my boy!” Somehow, Jay Renfro had squeezed his way back into the dusty room set aside for family and friends only. “I have someone I want you to meet.”