Page 220 of Wolf Roulette

A knock sounded at the open doorway. Kyros opened the door. “Ready, my beauty? Our family landed. We should arrive at the ceremony ahead of them.”

King Julius was coming to my wolf wedding today.

It made sense to tie a happy event to the signing of the alliance between pack, tribe, and clan. I hoped this alliance would pave the way to healing for the pack—and Vissimo too.

Tommy and Basilia left with Kyros. Mandy joined them to navigate them to the correct place.

Cam slipped silver foot chains over my feet, clasping them around my ankles. Wade slipped thin bangles up my forearms, and—blinking suspiciously fast—set a sunflower crown upon my head.

Leaning forward, I kissed his cheek. “Thank you for my party last night, Wade. And for everything.”

He dashed away a tear. “I’m okay.”

I squeezed his hands. “You’re okay.”

He’s not okay,Booker noted.

Nope.

“Ready to go?” Rhona tossed her keys and caught them again.

“One more thing.” I grabbed my phone off the dresser and opened myEastway Bankapp.

Seven hundred and thirty-two dollars of Mum’s debt remained.

Wade and Cam peered over my shoulders.

I had fifteen hundred in my personal account.

“You’re paying it all off?” Cam asked as I typed in the full amount.

Sure fucking was. Closing my eyes briefly, I took a deep breath, then clicked Confirm Transfer.

Thank You. Payment Confirmed.

My friends sandwiched me in a hug, and I grinned.

“Congrats,” Rhona called.

I smiled at her.

“This time stay out of debt,” Wade said.

Well, I still had student loans, but they were interest-free for now. Honestly, it would just be nice to pay offmydebt for a change, instead of Mum’s.

Walking to Sascha today with less financial burden felt right too.

Lighter than I could remember feeling since Mum’s death, I climbed into Rhona’s silver Bentley. She arranged me in the car and closed the door.

All three of them were silent on the drive to Lake Thana.

Of course, they chosenowto stop talking.

Oh, fuck.I was totally,totallygetting wolf married. I breathed thinly and did my best not to wipe my sweaty-ass palms on Cam’s beautiful creation.

This was ridiculous. Why was I nervous?

Sascha wanted me.