Page 45 of Claimed By The Club

Viper grins, an uncharacteristic hint of nerves in his expression.

He slips a small box from his jacket. “Figured we’d do this properly.

We might not all be able to marry you legally, but…

” He opens the box, revealing a ring. “Frost is signing the official docs, but Ghost and I wrote our own vows. We want you to be ours in every way—and we’ll be yours. ”

My hand flies to my mouth, breath stalling. “You want to… marry me?”

Frost nods, taking the ring from Viper with careful hands. “Only one can legally sign as spouse, but we decided I’ll be the official name on the certificate. Ghost and Viper will stand with me as we vow to you. You vow to all of us. Like a wedding but… unorthodox.”

Ghost’s lips curve softly. “We’ll have a ceremony right here, among the people we trust.”

My eyes brim with fresh tears. “I… yes. Yes, please.” My voice cracks, excitement mingling with disbelief. “I never dreamed of a normal wedding, but this is better than anything I imagined.”

Viper slips behind me, pressing a tender kiss to my temple. “We can do it soon. Maybe not a massive spectacle, but the club wants to celebrate.”

Frost takes my hand, sliding the ring onto my finger. It’s a simple but elegant band, a faint glint in the desert sun. He and Ghost exchange a small nod, each man looking visibly relieved that I’m not balking. My own chest feels like it might burst from the intensity of my happiness.

I close my eyes, inhaling the dusty breeze, letting the reality sink in.

We have a home, we have each other, and we’re forging a love that defies rules and traditions.

My entire being floods with gratitude. “Yes,” I whisper again, gazing at the ring’s shine, “I’ll marry you, and I’ll vow to all three of you. ”

Ghost and Viper exhale, tension giving way to bright smiles.

The clum members emerges from behind the fence, applause rippling.

Axel whistles, grinning from ear to ear.

Marian stands next to him, bandaged but upright, tears shining in her eyes.

I wave, voice quivering with laughter and emotion. “You all planned this?”

Marian half-laughs, half-sobs, stepping closer. “Guilty. I promised these three idiots I’d help if it meant you’d stay forever.” She winks, tapping her side. “Bullet holes and all, I keep my word.”

I rush to hug her, ignoring the ache of her healing body. She squeezes me back gently, murmuring congratulations. The onlookers cheer, the swirl of dust and cheers forming a kaleidoscope of love. My tears are unstoppable now, but they’re tears of unfiltered joy.

Frost and Ghost drift forward, each placing a hand at my back, while Viper reclaims his spot at my side.

We stand in a circle—four hearts that found solace in the unlikeliest union.

The final image of us together, arms linked, rings bright under the sun, cements the knowledge that we’re not just an MC with a new approach; we’re a family choosing each other every day.

Two Weeks Later

The day of our small wedding dawns crisp and bright.

We gather near the new ranch house, the porch decked in modest decorations—white ribbons, desert flowers, and a small arch that some of the men built from spare wood.

A local officiant stands by, raising an amused brow at the unusual arrangement.

The entire club has assembled, along with a handful of trusted allies.

No Reapers, no hidden traitors. Just friends.

I wear a simple lace dress—nothing extravagant, but it flows around me in the breeze, evoking a sense of real bridal joy.

Frost stands at one end of the arch, looking surprisingly handsome in a clean black shirt and dark jeans.

Ghost and Viper flank him, each wearing matching attire, exuding their unique brand of quiet confidence and playful smirk.

As I walk down a short aisle with Marian on my arm, I catch the awe lighting in each of their gazes.

The officiant does a short introduction.

We exchange rings—I place Frost’s on his finger for the legal binding, but also give Viper and Ghost matching bands as a symbol of our shared vow.

People watch with curiosity and an undercurrent of support.

I sense no judgment, only acceptance and well wishes.

Frost, typically stoic, delivers a vow about standing by me as both partner and President of the MC, ensuring my dreams flourish with their unwavering loyalty.

His eyes glisten, a rare vulnerability he doesn’t hide.

Ghost’s vow is quietly powerful, fewer words, but every syllable resonates with a heartfelt pledge to protect me from harm and from my own doubts.

Viper’s vow is last, humor lacing his tone, promising to keep me smiling, to hold me when storms come, to love me with unyielding devotion.

Each vow slices through my defenses, tears tracking my cheeks freely.

When it’s my turn, I grip their hands—Frost’s, Ghost’s, and Viper’s—gazing at each man in turn.

My voice trembles. “I don’t have standard vows.

I just know I can’t be the woman I am without you three.

You saved me from my darkest hour, gave me a home, let me stand as your equal.

I vow to love you, challenge you, build a life with you that’s real.

I vow to hold each of your hearts, no matter how complicated it gets. ”

A hush lingers. Then the officiant pronounces the legal union, but also acknowledges the spiritual bond uniting all four of us.

Applause explodes, cheers rising from the club.

We seal it with a wild mixture of kisses—first Frost, the official spouse, then Ghost and Viper, each claiming my lips in turn while onlookers whoop.

I blush, laughter tumbling out as they press close, our arms tangling in an unorthodox group embrace. This is our truth, our new beginning.

The reception flows into a casual outdoor barbecue.

The men pass around beers, a small band strums tunes, and the dusty yard resonates with the warmth of found family.

I drift among the crowd, hugging each well-wisher, accepting compliments on my dress, and reveling in the knowledge that no secret threat lurks beyond the fence.

Frost stands by my side for a while, then wanders off to talk business with a local official.

Ghost disappears to ensure security is tight.

Viper cracks jokes with me, snagging us plates of food. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

Later, as twilight glazes the sky in purples and oranges, I slip away from the main cluster, stepping toward the veranda.

I watch the men gather in conversation near a cluster of picnic tables—Frost exuding calm leadership, Ghost quietly absorbing details, Viper sparking the occasional joke.

My heart clenches at the sight. They’re my husbands, my protectors, my equals.

This love no longer feels forbidden but perfectly right.

They notice me standing alone, and each man breaks from the conversation, crossing the yard.

When they reach me, I sense a wave of protective energy.

Frost loops one arm around me, Ghost brushes a tender fingertip across my cheek, and Viper tilts my chin, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

The backdrop is the desert sky, shimmering with possibility. My chest overflows with gratitude.

I speak in a hushed voice, mindful of the party behind us. “Thank you,” I whisper. “For giving me a family, for letting me be part of yours.”

Frost’s eyes shine. “You chose us as much as we chose you.”

Ghost nods. “We stand together.”

Viper grins, leaning in for another quick kiss. “Tomorrow’s a new day. Let’s face it as one.”

My throat tightens. “Always.”

In the distance, music drifts from the band, laughter rises around the fire pit, the MC merges in a swirl of camaraderie.

This is no longer the battered group that fought daily to survive.

We’re forging a legacy that mixes resilience with genuine compassion.

And in the center of it, I stand with three men who each hold a piece of my heart.

We remain on the veranda as the night deepens, arms linked, exhaling relief that no bullet shatters the calm, no betrayal lurks in the shadows.

The simple act of existing here, safe and unafraid, feels like a triumph.

The final image locks into my mind: the four of us side by side, a single silhouette under the stars, unified and unbreakable.

Our story might not be typical, but it’s ours—rooted in loyalty, tempered by passion, destined for more than I ever dared dream.

I rest my head on Frost’s shoulder, letting Ghost’s steady warmth press against my back, Viper’s hand clasped in mine.

The hum of the MC’s celebration forms a comforting backdrop.

This is the epilogue I always wanted but never realized was possible—shared love, unwavering unity, and a future broad enough for all our ambitions.

We’re done waiting for permission to exist in this shape.

We made our own rules, found our own paradise.

And now we stand ready to embrace every dawn, forging an ever-expanding horizon together.