June picked up on almost the last ring. “Hey, Delly—fuck, is that a wedding dress?” Her cheerful greeting turned into a yelled demand when she saw me.
“Yes?” I shrugged a little, trying not to cringe as I held up my ringed-hand. “I’m marrying my hot roommate.”
Roommate seemed like a better word than mate, still. When it came to June, at least.
“When?” she demanded.
“Tonight?” I bit my lip, trying not to freak her out.
Honestly, I was so damned excited I could hardly take it.
And Rocco was going to be so freaking happy, it was perfect.
Her lips rounded. “You’ve lost your damned mind. I’m getting on a plane right now. Don’t even think about starting without having an in-person conversation with me about this.”
Shit.
“He’s a werewolf,” I admitted to her.
She blinked.
“Remember the video Ebony showed us? Werewolves are real. They have soulmates—and I’m his soulmate. I have been this whole time, I just didn’t want to freak you out. You don’t need to worry about me,” I explained quickly.
“I most definitely do need to worry about you,” she yelled. “I’m hanging up now, to change my damned flight. Don’t even fucking think about getting married without me there!”
With that, she hung up.
“That went well,” Tea drawled.
Ebony grinned. “So well.”
I laughed. “It’s fine. June’s not going to change my mind; Rocco’s going to be damned excited.”
“He is,” Tea agreed. “Maybe I should talk to Jesse about a wedding too…”
“I was just thinking the same thing about Ford,” Ebony admitted.
Both of them stared a bit too long at the dress I had on.
“Alright, I’ve got to get home. Can I pay with cash?” I asked the stylist, who was waiting beside us.
She agreed, and I headed back to the changing room to throw my clothes on quickly.
After I’d paid, I left the dress with Tea and Ebony, who were headed out to grab the flowers I’d already ordered online. The rental company was already setting up for the ceremony in the forest, where Rocco and I had shifted together the first time, and his mother was supervising.
Ozzy and Ryder were picking up the desserts I’d ordered, including a cake of course, and the materials for the dance floor too.
It was going to be so damned perfect.
…As soon as I got Rocco to agree.
I walked in the door and just barely had time to throw my shoes and bag up to the top of the stairs, followed by my clothes.
Rocco walked in the door as I draped my naked body over the couch, making a not-sexy face at him and earning a grin and a booming laugh.
Whatever remaining magical-shit there was to the climax kicked back into gear. “I want us to be romantic mates,” I blurted to Rocco, as he unbuttoned his shirt.
His eyes brightened. “You sure about that?”