Page 44 of Creed

“Good.” He presses his lips to mine, then makes sure my helmet is tight enough, but not too tight, before we ride off into the sunset.

Well, heading for Las Vegas to the same chapel Tyrant and Blair were married in. Things seemed to work out for them, so we thought, why not? At least if we don’t kill each other before we get there.

The wind whips my hair around and tugs at my clothes. The only sounds are the rumble of the engine beneath us and my heartbeat thudding wildly inside my chest.

We’re really doing it.

Getting our happily ever after.

Creed’s giving me the beautiful life he promised me years ago when I was still a girl, and he was barely a man. I pledged myself to him one stormy night in my bedroom, not understanding it would one day lead us here, but I had hoped, dreamed, and even prayed for it.

I can’t predict what the future holds for us, but whatever is waiting for us, I know we’ll tackle it head on together. I scratch my nails against his stomach and smile.

I’m going to marry this man.

This scary over the top alpha who kills evil men for a living.

I’m going to be his wife.

His forever.