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“Why thank you, kind sir, but you don’t have to, Mark.” Cecil glanced up seeing her mates enter the room, scanning the crowd.

“Come. I want to dance, and a beautiful lady should never be left alone on Valentine’s Day,” he said, glaring at her mates as they made their way towards them.

Jaycee got up and grabbed her arm. “Damn, Cecil, we don’t have time.” She nodded towards the stage and Cecil moaned.

Jaycee grabbed her hand and pulled her away from Mark, moving to their positions. “You ready?”

She nodded. “Let’s do this and get it over with.” Cecil took her spot in the back as Jaycee moved to her spot on the left side of the room, Sheila on the right. Marsha moved up to the microphone, the band stopped playing, and all eyes turned to her.

Marsha smiled. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight our brave alpha ladies have come together to create a special gift for their men. Please enjoy
Promises of Love
, written by our own Cecil.”

Jaycee and Sheila slowly walked down their chosen paths, singing the chorus lines, the band playing softly in the background. Cecil took a deep breath, glancing once more at her mates, who stood watching and listening.

* * * *

Tug gripped the small heart in his hand that Cecil had made for all 111

of them. The words “My heart belongs to my knights” were written on them. He looked at Clayton and a tear slipped down his check as they listened to words of the song written for them.

“
I stand alone watching the time slip by, waiting for my knight to
end the fight.
His strong arms defend my honor, but gently caress me,
erasing all that is wrong. Yesterday’s tears of despair streamed down my
face, today tears of hope appear. Before you were my dreams, today you
are my reality: strong, loving, with promises of tomorrow.”

Jaycee and Sheila slowly moved up to the stage and turned to stare at

Cecil. Cecil’s head was held high, and the gown flowed around her body with each move she made, never once giving away her nervousness.

Slowly she made her way down the aisle, singing. Her voice, that of an angel, wrapped around Tug’s heart like nothing else. He trembled, listening to every word. Men and women alike didn’t take their gazes off of her as the spotlight moved with her every step.

“
The night is lonely, long and filled with pain. I close my
eyes, trying to hold the tears at bay, but a single tear escapes, like
that of the night rain I hear. Slumber is rare, but when it happens,
your whispering campaign of promises of love fills my heart and
keep me sane.”

Cecil climbed up on the stage in between Jaycee and Sheila. They twined their hands together, each of their gazes meeting their mates. Tug sucked in his breath, seeing the tears in her eyes as Jaycee and Sheila once again sang the chorus.

Rory leaned over to him. “Aren’t you glad you called in Tom to take your place tonight?”

Tug nodded, watching and listening as Cecil started the next stanza.

“
The sun is out; I can now see you with clear eyes. The
warriors of the past have come back to claim me, to protect me
and love me. Your body moves with grace and your voice strong
as steal, but when you whisper to me words of love and promises
of the night I’m eager to embrace
.”

Mark, Remi, Dane, and Bo all moved up to the stage next to them. Tears flowing down their faces, they watched and waited for the song to end.

Cecil stepped forward, gazing directly at them, and sang.

“Satin sheets, hands caressing, lips searching, our bodies
merging. Candles burning, scents of roses filling the air, you are
there. My lips touch yours, out tongues collide in a joyous ride.

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My pain is just a memory, only raising its head once in a blue
moon, but once again you are there with your sword raised high
and ready to erase that which threatens me, wrapping me in your
cocoon.”

Jaycee and Sheila stepped forward as all three of them sang the last chorus. When the last word was sung and the band stopped playing, everyone in the room stood clapping, whistling, and crying.

Cecil smiled, hugging Jaycee and Sheila. All three of them made their way to the stairs, laughing. “I swear Cecil, your voice sent chills up my spine.”

Sheila rubbed her arms as Bo wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. “All of you were amazing. Thank you.” He nodded to Cecil.

“Glad you liked it.” Cecil’s gaze met Tug’s and she smiled, looking once more at the ground as all three of them stepped up to her.

“I’m sorry I left in such a huff earlier.”

Clayton wrapped his arm around her, moving her out of the hall and down to one of the private play rooms. “Not another word, baby.

We’re all ready to burst at the seams here,” he teased, smiling at her.

Tug opened the door, stepped inside, and smiled, glad he had this room prepared for tonight. Cecil gasped, stepping into the room. Love songs played on the CD player, flowers of every kind filled the room, and candles created shadows on the satin sheets of the bed.

Cecil laughed, picking up a single rose and smelling it. “You didn’t have to do this, but thank you.”

Tug grabbed her hand, pulling her to him. “Yes, we did. Tonight you are our only focus. There will be no disturbances, no arguing, and no shows. Just us, Cecil.” He kissed her lips softly.

She cocked her head to the side. “No shows?” Her voice was a whisper as she waited.

“No shows. Someone is taking my place. Dance with me.” Tug wrapped his arms tighter around her, and his hands traveled down her back to her ass, squeezing it. “We love you, Cecil, all of us. You will be the only submissive I ever need anymore.”

Cecil placed her head down onto his chest. Her tears soaked through his shirt onto his chest as she cried in his arms. Her nails sank into his back. “I won’t disappoint you, I promise.” She gazed up at him her eyes all red and swollen.

Clayton and Rory approached them, then all three of them opened their hands, showing her their hearts. “We’ll always be your knights and we promise to keep your heart safe in our hands,” Rory said as they all nodded, tucking their hearts into their pockets.

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Tug kneeled down before her as did Clayton and Rory. He took her hand and kissed the palm. “Marry us, Cecil. Bond with us and join our hearts with yours.” He pulled out a ring box and opened it.

Her hand shook as she took the box. Tears rolled down her face, her lip trembled as she traced the four small hearts that surrounded the large diamond. “You are my world, you have my heart, and I would be honored to be your lady.”

Tug grinned, picking her up and swirling her around the room. He knew they still had many hurdles to face, but together, nothing would stop them. Glancing down at her face, he said, “Ours!”

THE END

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