Page 33 of Knot Your Bridezilla (High Fructose Corn Syrup Verse #2)

AVRIL

After two of Chloe’s alphas stalked off to take care of Charlie, the wedding altar was close enough for me to hear my sister ranting at the alpha still sitting at her side.

“Shouldn’t you be over there helping?” Chloe hissed.

“I can see the action better from here! I wish I had some popcorn,” Sabien muttered, his gaze darting around the chairs as if a vending machine complete with buttery snacks would suddenly appear out of one of them.

“It’s the principle of the thing! We need to show a united front for my sister!”

“Oh, like having twenty-three alphas, half of them military-trained, aren’t enough to go after that limp-dicked cheater and whoever that other guy is? I can’t enjoy all the wedding drama if I’m a part of it.”

My sister hissed at him in her bad-bitch voice, “Sabien, I swear to God, if you don’t get off your ass, I am straight up locking you out of my nest for my next heat.”

Sabien sighed dramatically, making a show of getting to his feet and wiping fake dust off his pants before stalking off and joining the rest of his pack.