Page 53 of Evil Overlord Omega

He looked grown-up. Respectable. It was disconcerting. Luca hurried over and smoothed Silas’s hair back into a tidy low ponytail. Silas stared into the mirror. He looked even posher now and with his hair back, his eyes looked huge and his cheekbones were more noticeable. It wasn’t a bad look at all.

“Is Dean’s suit matching?” asked Luca.

Silas imagined Dean wearing a well-tailored suit like his, and he groaned, his mouth watering. It truly would be a sight to behold.

“Hopefully, but.” Silas stopped and sighed. “I finally agreed to all this when I said I’d only do it if he wore a wedding dress. He said yes and I have a sneaky suspicion he is going to go through with it.”

Luca’s wide eyes met his in the mirror. The omega looked stunned for a moment before bursting out laughing.

“I can’t wait to see this!”

Silas smirked. “Neither can I.” As much as he wanted to see Dean in a suit, Dean in a dress was going to be brilliant.

Luca checked his watch. “Time to go.”

Silas nodded, too overcome by a wave of butterflies to talk. As soon as Luca’s back was turned, Silas grabbed his pebble from the dresser and shoved it into his pocket. Luca looked over his shoulder at him and Silas smiled innocently.

Together, they headed down the stairs and out into the garden. Silas had to admit that it looked lovely in the sunshine. Hundreds of chairs had been laid out, all decked with flowers. One section was covered with a pretty gazebo so the vampires could attend. An aisle had been created in the middle of the seating, leading up to a small dais that was also bestrewn with flowers. It was a damn good thing paranormals weren’t prone to hay fever.

Everyone was already seated and looking great in their fancy clothes. The whole thing was already turning out to be far more fun than he had thought it would be.

Silas hurried up to his spot by the dais and Ash. The pup looked adorable in his suit with his unruly hair slicked back with gel. Ash glared at him in true best man fashion. Silas huffed. He was only very slightly late.

The music started. ‘White Wedding’ by Billy Idol blared out. Silas groaned. Damn Dean and his love of cheesy rock music. No wonder the alpha had refused to share what song he had chosen. The audience cheered in glee, and Silas grinned. He had to admit it was a good choice.

Then Dean appeared. The white dress was tight across his chest, the corset type panel going down in an elegant V-shape. Acres of white silk puffed out from his hips, falling to just brush the grass at his feet. He even had a silver-tinted tiara on his tawny hair, with a white gauzy veil trailing behind him. Something about the satiny bodice part of the dress, sitting so flush across his very broad and manly chest, did things to Silas’s brain. Things like completely stopping it from working. Dean looked incredible and Silas couldn’t wait to get him into bed, with the dress on.

Dean walked solemnly up the aisle, clutching a bouquet of white flowers, but his shit-eating grin and sparkling green-gold eyes ruined the somberness.

Silas grinned back at him, not caring in the least if everyone saw his soppy expression. Dean was amazing, and his, and Silas couldn’t believe his luck and he didn’t care who knew it.

In front of Dean, Mabel and Iris were taking their flower throwing duties very seriously and looking beyond cute in their matching yellow dresses.

Malachi looked great in his matching yellow suit as he carried Delilah down the aisle. The baby’s yellow dress matched her sisters’ and she didn’t look too impressed with it, but she was soon distracted by staring at all the people.

Silas had wanted Isaiah to take part too, but the omega had insisted that he was too big to comfortably waddle down the aisle or stand by the dais for the whole ceremony. Isaiah had insisted that he was delighted just to watch, and Silas had eventually given in.

Dean made it to his side, and Silas had to restrain himself from jumping into the alpha’s arms.

The celebrant gave them an odd look, which puzzled Silas. Surely this couldn’t be the strangest wedding the woman had seen? Atticus had met her at the perimeter and placed a glamor on her, so that all non-humans would look human to her, so it couldn’t be that.

Silas glared at her, he wasn’t having a stupid human try to ruin his day. Especially one they had paid for, and who had been recommended as having performed hundreds of gay weddings before.

She looked at him and flushed. “Sorry,” she whispered under her breath. “I’ve never seen anyone look so good in a dress.”

Dean laughed in delight, and Silas forgave the human. Lusting after his mate was something he could forgive, because what mere mortal could resist? Dean was gorgeous.

“Are you ready?” she asked with a big grin.

Silas nodded and placed his hands over Dean’s as he held the bouquet. Their eyes met. Silas felt his heart flutter, which was stupid. They were already mated and had been for a while now. This extra ceremony was just supposed to be fun.

He didn’t hear the celebrant’s words, but he managed to recite the lines he was supposed to. Mostly he just stared into Dean’s eyes and thought soft, soppy thoughts.

He blinked in surprise when the celebrant declared, “You may kiss!”

Dean’s strong arms wrapped around him and the alpha pulled him in close for a passionate, dizzying kiss. Then the alpha swooped him down into a dip, like they were doing some fancy ballroom dancing, and the kiss turned hungry and possessive. Their guests cheered loudly, and it was beautiful.

The cheers and wolf-whistles were just calming down when another sort of cry filled the air. Silas broke the kiss to look over in alarm and was just in time to see Isaiah falling to his knees and clutching his belly.

Dean swiftly pulled Silas up, so he was standing on his feet again. Silas watched as Malachi handed the baby to Mabel and ran over. Isaiah already had a sea of concerned onlookers trying to help him. Even the human celebrant had drifted closer to all the excitement. With all the attention on the omega, Silas suddenly felt like he was alone with Dean. It was nice.

He turned his attention back to his mate. Dean had stepped off the dais, towards the drama but hadn’t gone any further. It meant they were equal height for a change. Silas rested his forehead against Dean’s. He sighed in happy resignation.

“Trust us to have to stop our wedding celebrations early because I need to deliver a half-mothman, half-werewolf ass-baby.”

Dean laughed. “I wouldn’t want to be normal anyway, sounds very dull.”

“It certainly does,” agreed Silas with a grin.

The End