Testing Fate (23 page)

I didn’t doubt I could do it. When I heard the loud snap and felt Amber’s body go limp, I held her just a little longer, needing to make sure I’d succeeded. When her body shifted back, returning Amber to her human self, that’s when I knew. Staggering back ward, I stared down at her lifeless form. It was over.

“Noooooo!” The anguished cry came from behind the crowd and I looked up to see Nathan breaking free from the Enforcer who held him. He’d caught everyone by surprise, pushing past people before he threw himself beside Amber and cradled her body to him.

“You killed her! This wasn’t meant to happen. She was mine, she promised me if I helped her, she’d be mine.” Tears streamed down his cheeks before his features distorted into rage. “This is your fault!” He glared, pointing his finger at me. “You were supposed to die.”

Mason stepped forward trying to reason with his former friend, but Nathan never removed his focus from me. He stood, fists clenched by his side as his jaw ticked with fury.

“It was never about Mason. It was about power. Once she had it, she wanted me to kill your pitiful mate and together we’d rule the pack. She was training me and I would’ve given her everything she wanted. That was meant to be you, not her.” He gestured to Amber’s lifeless body and something changed inside him—broke.  Nathan seemed to crumple within himself, but at the last moment came to a decision. Turning to look at Mason, he gave a knowing smile before magic filled the air. He was going to shift. “I sentence you to the same fate as me, old friend.”

Nathan’s change was swift, but not as quickly as Mason’s. The Alpha’s beautiful black sleek body didn’t wait to get undressed and instead sent fabric flying as it shredded from his body. He was magnificent and he leapt into action, guessing what Nathan’s cryptic last words had meant.

Mason didn’t give the other wolf a chance to attack me. He struck with precision and accuracy. One minute Nathan stood growling and next he lay beside his delusional lover in a bloodied mess. Mason spat out the chunk of flesh he’d ripped from Nathan’s throat and stalked around the audience, a blatant dare for anyone else to come forward if they thought they could harm his mate. Satisfied all threats were over, Mason shifted back, the powerful wolf becoming the intoxicating man.

He studied the two dead, sorrow weighing on his features. No one liked to kill, even when necessary; and it showed the greatness of his heart and character that he could show remorse. Daniel stepped forward, squeezing his friend and leader’s shoulder before handing him a robe that had somehow appeared. April touched my elbow, drawing my attention away, and I saw she had one for me as well. Quickly wrapping it around me, I hurried over to Mason and his waiting embrace.

We were safe. It was over. We’d won. That’s all I could think as relief flooded me.

“Give Darcy and me ten minutes to get cleaned up.” Mason announced before whispering something to Daniel. His second-in-charge nodded and disappeared into the crowd. “And then, Vivien, will you do me the honor of marrying me to my beautiful mate?”

Mason chuckled, raising my hand to his mouth as everyone broke out into applause. Vivien came to the front, already starting the process of returning the area to the former wedding wonderland.

“Ten minutes, Darcy. Not a second longer. I’ll be waiting.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. Running back into the house with my mother and April in tow, nothing was going to keep me away. I’d meet him back there in five minutes.

I had vows to exchange and my happily-ever-after to claim.

Chapter Twenty Three

“Now where were we?” Vivien softly chuckled. “Mason and Darcy would like to say a few things before they exchange rings, even though what we just witnessed was a powerful display of just how much they love each other.” The crowd murmured in agreement.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I turned to look at Mason. It was a natural reaction to having his focus on me—his blue eyes studying me with heated concentration. Also, because his face instantly lit up with a smile the second my eyes met his.

“Would you like to go first, Darcy?” Vivien asked and I nodded. I wanted to speak now, before I broke down into happy tears.

“Mason,” I started and my voice was already cracking from thick emotion. I paused for a moment, trying to steady the slight tremor coursing through my body. The vows I’d prepared rattled around in my mind, waiting for me to share them. Suddenly their sentiments didn’t seem enough—not for the love that threatened to burst from me.

“I was recently reminded of something from my childhood, a conversation I had with my best friend. We used to lie under a certain tree and talk about our futures, what we hoped and wished for, our dreams. Being filled with romantic ideas, we’d wonder who our mates would be and if there was that “special someone” out there, just for us. We pinky promised we’d never settle for just anyone. What we wanted was that epic kind of love that swept us away, the kind that was filled with passion and an undeniable connection. We wanted to be loved by someone who knew what it meant to be loyal and protective. We wanted a love like no other. I held that hope in my heart for a long time; so long I began wondering if that man even existed.” My voice cracked again and a tear escaped, rolling down my cheek. Taking in a fortifying breath, I tilted my head and smiled. “He did exist. It was you. You’re the man I have wished and waited for, my whole life. I love you so much, Mason O’Connor. There has never been anyone else but you. I promise you today, I will stand by your side forever. I will be everything you need and more.” Mason’s thumb brushed away the tears that were now freely falling. I stood there with my heart out for all to see and I took hold of his hands, grasping them tightly.

“You are so beautiful and you are mine.” Mason’s own voice trembled from emotion. “All my life I’ve been many things—son, friend, brother, confidante, leader. Nothing has been more important, however, than who I am right now, in this moment. I am simply a man whose sole purpose is to love, cherish, and make you happy for as long as you’ll have me. I want that to be forever, Darcy, because I won’t settle for anything less. I know I say you’re mine a lot. I love the way it sounds and let’s face it, I have no problem letting others know it either.” The crowd chuckled at his comment. He definitely didn’t have an issue with people knowing we were together. “I’m also yours. Completely. You’ve owned my heart from that first moment I saw you and it beats solely for you. I’m at your bidding, Darcy. It’s you and me together, forever, always.”

I didn’t think there was a dry eye left, Vivien dabbing her own with the bottom of her sleeve. I stood there, unable to stop looking up into Mason’s face, understanding that even though we’d shared our vows, there was still so much more left unsaid. It thrilled me to know that we had the rest of our lives to express what words could never say.

“Do you have the rings?” Vivien prompted gently. Mason nodded, turning to receive them from Daniel and placing my token for him into my palm. “Then repeat after me.”

We did as we were told, our words solemn and heartfelt. We promised to love and cherish each other always, regardless of what was happening in our life, and that we would always be a source of strength and comfort for the other. We promised our fidelity, our hearts firmly entrusted with the other and that not even death would breaks our vows. As Mason slid the ring up my finger to its new home, an overwhelming sense of rightness enveloped me. When I did the same, smiling at the gold band that fit perfectly, I finally felt complete. We had done it. We’d beaten the odds. Now all that was left was . . .

“You may now kiss your bride, Mason.”

The crowd erupted into loud, joyous cheers and I didn’t wait for him to reach for me. I stepped eagerly into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck as he lifted me slightly. Our lips met, our spirits soaring, as we took our first kiss as man and wife. Everything drowned away, even the pressure of his hands at my waist. All I could feel was his mouth against mine and the swirling of euphoria inside me.

It’s a pleasure to kiss you, Mrs. O’Connor.
Mason’s voice whispered through our connection.
And this is the first one of many more to come.

He twirled me around in a circle, my head falling back as I laughed with excitement. Mason let out his own roar of approval before settling me back on my feet.

“My wife, everyone!” he shouted, presenting me to our family and friends. Blushing, I offered a small curtsey, my gaze never leaving Mason. He looked beyond happy—exuberant. There were more cheers, some accompanied with wolf whistles, but it all drowned  away when he pulled me closer, kissing me again. This time he took it deeper, not caring who was watching, as he ravished me on the spot.

“Now, let’s celebrate while the night is still young and before I say to hell with tradition and kidnap my beautiful bride!”

Sitting at the bridal table, I didn’t think I could be any happier than I was at that moment. The reception was in full swing and there was no indication there’d been any other disruptions today. Family and friends talked amongst themselves, laughing and enjoying the beautiful catered feast. Everyone was in high spirits, including Daniel, who was in the middle of telling Devlin a story from his and Mason’s childhood.

Mason’s hand rested lightly on my thigh, the pressure driving me insane. Every now and then, his thumb would rub back and forth, creating pools of heat in my stomach. All I could think about was later that night when it was just him and me—without this dress—him touching my skin.

He seemed to sense my thoughts, leaning to graze his lips over the sensitive spot on my neck, just below my ear. His warm breath teased me and his nose nudged me before he began whispering his plans for later. I could feel myself flush, my fingers gripping his under the table causing him to laugh low before murmuring something else. I was saved from further fluttering by the clinking of glass, the signal that yet another person wanted to wish us well and toast our future.

“He made it!” Mason exclaimed, suddenly sitting forward. I followed his gaze and saw a young man standing with his champagne glass held aloft, a confident smile across his face. People near him whispered to themselves, some obviously unsure who he was, but others instantly recognizing him. Mason squeezed my hand, with excitement. “You’re going to love Alex.”

The name immediately registered. This was Mason’s Irish cousin, Alexander O’Connor. From what I’d been told, the handsome man before us was next in line to becoming Alpha of his father’s pack. There was a clearly defined strength in his appearance, a definite family resemblance with Mason, from the piercing blue eyes to the tall, muscular body. The only thing that differed was Alex’s jet black hair, which he kept neatly trimmed. I preferred Mason’s longer, messier cut; but there was no denying Alex was a dominant wolf. All eyes were focused on him.

“Can I have your attention, please?” he asked, raising his voice so he could be heard over the noise. He tapped a dinner knife against his glass again, patiently waiting. “For those of you who don’t know me, I am Mason’s favorite cousin, Alex.” Mason chuckled beside me, cocking his eyebrow at the comment. “No need to deny it, Cousin. We all know the truth; but just in case, should I disclose some of the adventures we’ve shared together?” He looked around at the crowd, who were now eating out of his hand.

“No, no. We’ll save that for later,” Mason quickly answered, shifting in his seat. “We wouldn’t want to bore everyone.” It was my turn to raise an eyebrow, suddenly interested in whatever had caused this reaction. It wasn’t like Mason to shy away from a good story.

There was a devilish glint in Alex’s eyes as he nodded in submission. “Very well, another time. Maybe me and your beautiful bride can discuss it later?” This earned him a round of laughter and a “
like hell”
from Mason, under his breath. “I’m sorry for my late arrival. I’d hoped to be here earlier to represent Mason’s Irish family ties at the ceremony, but weather delayed me. However, it is my great honor to bring you the blessing and respect of your kin—their love and prayers for a prosperous union. A toast everyone!” Raising his glass again, Alex turned from side to side, pausing long enough to see everyone follow his lead. “May God be with and bless you. May you see your children’s children. May you be poor in misfortunes and rich in blessings. May you know nothing but happiness from this day forward.” Gesturing he had finished, everyone cheered with agreement as they down their drinks.

“If you would all indulge me a little longer, I’d also like to present a simple gift to the bride and groom.” Alex looked at us both before quickly walking over and picking something up from an empty chair. He returned to his previous spot, a string instrument in his hand. “I chose my gift a little differently. It’s tradition at O’Connor weddings for the bride and groom to dance their first time to an Irish tune. Not just any song, either, but to the song that has been handed down through each generation. So Mason, if you could bring Darcy down here, allow me to play our clan’s wedding melody for you.”

This was an incredible gift; something I knew would touch Mason’s heart deeply. I’d tried not to cry as I noticed moisture forming in his eyes, his hand reaching for mine to lead me to the makeshift dance floor. Passing by Alex, I quickly patted his arm in gratitude before he stood back and lifted his fiddle to play. He winked that he understood and tapping his foot to the beat in his head, he began moving the instrument’s bow, creating the opening musical strands.

“Will you dance with me, Mrs. O’Connor?” Mason asked, bowing at the waist like he was an old fashioned gentleman.

“I will, Mr. O’Connor,” I answered, doing my second curtsy for the night.

Gathering me into his arms, a hand on my back to secure me, Mason began moving in time with the flow of the music. Each note was played expertly. Slow at first, and as the hired musicians listened, they began adding more instruments to the melody.