Page 75 of Primal

Rob shook Dad’s hand.

After Cody gave my side a little squeeze, I went to Dad and hugged him. “Thanks.”

“Just want you happy,” he murmured.

I nodded against his chest. “I am with Cody.”

“I know. But if he ever makes you sad, I’ve got my gun.”

I laughed because we both knew how useless that was.

He released me, and I had a feeling that was it, like being at the altar, and my father handing me off to my future husband. He was giving his silent blessing. In front of Rob, the alpha. In front of the entire pack–even though they were busy having their own picnic fun. And to Cody.

I went up on my tiptoes and kissed Cody. Nothing wild, just a… reminder.

“What about Nana?” I asked, remembering he wasn’t the only one in the family who was here. “Does she think this isjusta picnic?”

“It is just a picnic,” Willow said, coming up to Rob and welcoming his embrace. “With a little something extra.” She smiled and winked. “As for your Nana, she’s known all along.”

I whipped my gaze to my grandmother. She looked my way and smiled. Gave a little shrug.

Holy shit.She knew.

Then I laughed. Because everything was just right.

I had my man. I had my family. I had my pack.

I had… everything.

EPILOGUE

CODY

“You may now kiss the bride.”

I reached for Riley, my beautiful bride and cradled the side of her face. My lips slid over hers, softly at first.

Nah, fuck it.

I scooped her up, honeymoon-style and spun her around while I kissed the hell out of her. Her arms looped around my neck, her veil trailed in an elegant sweep behind her head.

Our wedding guests let out a few shocked twitters, and then the churcherupted into applause. The feeling of finding my mate, that fateful day brought about by a mountain lion, wasn’t surpassed by this moment. But it was close. Riley was already mine from that first hint of her scent, but when she said she loved me, that solidified it. Then my mark on her perfect ass finalized it. And now…

To the human world, we were forever.

“Oh, well, that’s a new one,” the pastor said with a laugh.

I assumed the whistles were coming from the shifter side of the church.

“Okay, Dad.” Tyler, my best man, thumped my shoulder, embarrassed laughter in his voice.

“Okay.” The pastor laughed when I still kept kissing my bride. “Now you two are supposed to walk down the aisle together holding hands.”

Nah. I wasn’t putting her down. She wanted her human tradition, and I was all in, but now that we were officially hitched, I was going to claim the fuck out of her. Human style.

I broke the kiss, so she could smile at her friends and family as I carried her down the aisle.

Carried. She was lucky I didn’t toss her over my shoulder and kidnap her again.