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“Shit, he went all out,” muttered Owen in awe as we watched the vampires set his chair down at the front of the crowd. James wore a suit to match ours with a small black rose pinned to his blazer.

When James reached us, we greeted each other with brotherly hugs and slaps on the back.

“Damn James. I’m not going to forget this,” said Markus, looking unbelievingly at the crowd of the colorful-looking vampires mixed in with the people.

“Now that we’re all here,” said King Armon. “Let us go inside now.”

The room where we would have our ceremony was already filled with our guests. The palace was decked out today, especially the room we would be marrying in. Towering marble columns adorned with delicate carvings led to a majestic arched doorway. There was lavish seating adorned with purple plush cushions and matching purple flowers entwined with vines hanging down the walls. Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling, which cast a warm glow to the room.

We passed by my fathers, who were pleased that I quit my professional knotting job. My father, Jatix, had never been happy with it and called Alana a blessing in my life. I noticed Markus’s father was there, who was already half-asleep in his chair and scratching his mustache. Owen’s parents, Annie and Tom, were excitedly perched on the edge of their seats, smiling as they gazed at us.

We assembled at the front of the altar.

I was eager to finally see her. My eyes were on the aisle, waiting for the bride of my dreams to appear in all her beauty and grace. I knew the rest of the men felt the same. All of us were filled with jittery nerves. She would be arriving soon.

The music started playing, and I took deep breaths as my stomach twisted in knots.

“Fuck, I don’t know what to do,” said Owen.

“Relax,” I whispered. “Take deep breaths and just focus on her. Lana’s going to be our wife very soon, and we need to show the strength that she can trust us with her life.”

I had to take my own advice as I waited for her to appear, taking deep breaths.

The world around me seemed to fade away, leaving only the soft melody of the wedding march echoing in my ears. My eyes were locked on the grand hall entrance, where she would soon appear, my beautiful bride. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement, eager to catch the first glimpse of her.

As the doors swung open, her maids of honor, Alana’s sisters, walked in first, and my heart was beating in anticipation. Roxanne and Sarah wore matching shimmering pink dresses, carrying small pink bouquets.

Then I saw my bride, and my heart stopped.

Alana was breathtaking as she walked, clutching her father Grant’s elbow. She was a vision wearing all white, her gown flowed gracefully with every movement, and the delicate lace adorned her like a regal queen. The veil framed her face, but her eyes shone through with a sparkle that was uniquely Alana’s. Her eyes locked with mine, and I felt the warmth of tears forming in my eyes. The joy and pride I felt in this moment was immeasurable. I couldn’t help but think how lucky and blessed I was to have her as my omega, my confidante, my love.

This woman would be officially ours from this day forward.

Time slowed as we held each other’s gaze, silently reaffirming our commitment to each other and the life we would build together.

Alana

Oh, my heart.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady the rapid flutter of my heart.

I couldn’t believe it when I was finally standing before my four mates at the altar, and my eyes darted nervously between them. They were all strong and confident in their own right, and I was about to marry them all.

Doubts and worries ran through my mind.What if I couldn’t be everything they needed? What if I couldn’t keep them all happy?My hands trembled slightly, clutching the bouquet tightly as if seeking comfort.

The weight of their gaze on me felt both overwhelming and comforting. They all wore gentle smiles, a mixture of understanding and support in their eyes. They knew how anxious I was and were here to reassure me, just as they always had been. I could hear the whispers among the guests, a mixture of curiosity and judgment. This was uncharted territory, and not everyone could comprehend the depth of our connection.

I was marrying two alphas, a beta, and a vampire. The unlikeliest connection of them all.

“Welcome,” the officiant said, his voice resonating through the halls- booming and clear. “Ladies and gentlemen- today we are here to witness the union between Alana Frostcrown and her four dedicated mates. Today, they pledge to support and cherish one another, to love and care for each other.”

My heart raced as he asked Lio, Markus, Owen, and James if they would marry me.

With each resounding yes, my heart grew bigger, and tears pricked my eyes.Don’t cry, Alana.Don’t cry.The officiant then turned to me.

“Do you, Alana Frostcrown, accept Lionel, Markus, James, and Owen to be your lawfully wedding husbands?”

“I do,” I said, my lips trembling with emotion.