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Life didn’t get much better than this.

Or Seneca should have said that her second chance at life couldn’t get much better.

From her view from the balcony of their bedroom, she watched the chaos unfolding below her with a fond smile. All the people she loved had gathered at the villa today to attend her wedding to Killian.

Although they were already bonded mates, he’d wanted to exchange vows with her in the traditional human ceremony after her mother had mentioned how much she had been looking forward to it. Her dad had been sad about not being able to walk her down the aisle, though he had stated he understood there wasn’t a need for a wedding between mates.

Through their bond, Killian knew that Seneca had also been looking forward to having a wedding one day. Because of that, he had decided to throw an extravagant one for her on their estate in Italy.

In the month since they had met, Seneca had realized that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. Being mated to a dark god certainly did have its perks. At first, she had been a little freaked out about how he always seemed to know what she wanted before she even had a chance to think about it, but she had gotten used to him reading her mind.

Sharing their minds was as easy as breathing since they had bonded, but she still wasn’t used to exploring his memories. He’d been alive a lot longer than her, so it would take time to sort through all of his past experiences. He helped her by sharing any information she needed, which made her training process a whole lot easier.

Learning magic had become a bigger priority for her since they had completed their mating bond. Killian was teaching her how to use her new god powers, but he couldn’t help her understand a lot of the fundamentals since he simply did them without thinking about it. She wanted to properly learn some of the basics to make sure she didn’t accidentally hurt anyone so they had arranged for her to take some classes at the magical academy at Trifecta University.

Killian had been true to his word, purchasing a property in Mystic, Colorado close to Trifecta University so Seneca could continue her studies. The large condo he had bought them was modern and stylish, but it was nothing compared to their villa. They didn’t spend much time there anyway. They merely used the condo as a stopping point since the double doors to one of the closets was actually a portal back to their real home.

Seneca had decided to wait until her parents had visited her at school the weekend after her birthday to tell them the whole extraordinary tale of her rebirth. She had been nervous about introducing Killian to her parents, but they had loved him as soon as they met him. In fact, she had been a little taken aback by how easily they had accepted him until she remembered her parents loved the unusual and strange.

They had taken the news about her rebirth well at first, but they had exploded into a fit of rage once she had told them about Clara and Mark’s involvement. Her father had wanted Killian to go find them and kill them then and there, while her mother had asked him to torture them for a few decades first.

Their responses made Seneca laugh and filled her heart with joy. She had always known her parents loved her, but their fierce reactions proved that they would always choose to protect her above anything else.

After a long debate, they decided on another plan of action to deal with Clara and Mark. Killian had searched up an ancient spell of misfortune that had ensured they would have nothing but bad luck for the rest of their days. Seneca had thought that was quite fitting considering their obsession with her lucky magic.

An arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a hard body she knew as well as her own. Killian leaned down to press his lips against the base of her throat, then he whispered, “You look absolutely delicious, mate.”

Dressed in a beautiful strapless gown made of black lace and champagne tulle and satin, she felt like a gothic fairy princess. The tight corset emphasized her small waist and full breasts, and the layered skirt had tiny gems that had been added to it that shimmered in the light. She had included black lace gloves to the ensemble and had swept her long silver blonde hair partially up with a black cocktail hat with netting instead of a traditional veil.

Since her godhood upgrade, her hair had turned a shimmering silver that matched her glowing silver eyes. She had to use her magic to dim the glow whenever she was around humans. She also had to use her magic to cut her hair since every time she woke up, the long locks were back to being waist-length.

“You’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony,” she teased.

“Nothing could keep me away.” He kissed her bare shoulder, then straightened with a sigh. “I am already wishing I could toss all of these people back through the portal.”

That made her laugh.

Since almost all of the guests were supernaturals, it had been easy enough to create a portal for everyone to join them. She had wanted to keep the guest list small, but that had been impossible. Once word had spread that Killian was marrying his mate, people from all over the six realms had sent their congratulations.

Killian had explained that as one of the last remaining reapers, many of the supernaturals wanted to pay their respects. He had been completely shocked when she had told him that the other reapers who had been missing for centuries had been found right before she’d died. She hadn’t been able to give him any more details she since didn’t know exactly when and where they had been found, but the news had given him hope.

Almost all of the most powerful dark gods and demons had come to their wedding, as well as a few celestials. There were several shifters, fairies, fae, and a number of witches and mages in attendance. The pixies who lived on the villa property had done a fabulous job decorating the grounds and preparing a feast for everyone to enjoy after the ceremony.

“Do you know who I just ran into?” Killian asked.

She turned toward him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her mate looked devastatingly handsome in his black suit. One of the dark lapels had been adorned with champagne-colored lace accents that complimented her dress.

“Who?”

“Lucifer and Braxton. Luc is looking forward to meeting you.”

“Now, that’s something I never thought I would hear.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry. He’s not as bad as the rumors make him out to be.”

She wasn’t so sure about that. “It’s going to be weird seeing Braxton again.”

“About that…while I was talking to him, he told me he was considering transferring to Trifecta University next year since we would be living close by.”

“Oh, no! He can’t do that!”

He rubbed her arms in a soothing gesture. “I know that, my love. I told him that he needed to stay at Aegis Academy. I didn’t explain why, but he seemed to understand what I was telling him was important.”

Seneca was relieved to hear that. She didn’t want to think about how many things would be changed in the future if Braxton didn’t end up meeting his mate at the right time. He might not ever become the God of Souls, then he would never end up sending Seneca back to the past. Her head began to throb as she considered what a clusterfuck that would be.

Killian touched her temple lightly and her headache immediately disappeared. “Don’t worry about that. We have plenty of time to preserve our future. Now, let’s go get married. Today, nothing matters but us.”

“Wait!” She held her arm out, and her magical parasol immediately appeared in her hand. “Okay, now, I’m ready.”

As he led her out of the bedroom, she gripped her beloved’s hand firmly in hers. She was more than happy to walk into the future with her mate and leave the past behind where it belonged.