Kings of Anarchy by Caroline Peckham

Author:Caroline Peckham [Peckham, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-20T16:00:00+00:00

T his was possibly the most surreal day of my life and as I walked hand in hand into Everlake Prep with Kyan, the new ring on my finger pressed between us, I had to laugh.

Kyan looked to me in surprise as I lost my shit, laughing until my stomach hurt and he was laughing too.

He twirled me under his arm, dancing me down the path, neither of us knowing the steps or giving a damn what the hell we looked like. I couldn’t believe he was my freaking husband.

He caught my waist as we took the western path towards The Temple and he walked me backwards as I continued to dance up on my tip-toes, but he fell into stalking me like a predator instead. His smile turned to a deadly thing and I knew I had just married a hunter and I would always be his choice of prey.

"Are you happy, Mrs Roscoe?" he teased, an edge to his voice that gave away the wolf lurking beneath his skin.

"Yes, for the first time in a long time I feel happy," I admitted.

"Your pa would have hated you marrying a piece of shit like me, though," he pointed out and I shook my head in refusal of that.

"He was protective, so he would have liked someone else being protective of me too. I think he would have liked you, Kyan. A lot. Once he got past the leather jackets, the tattoos and the bullshit, that is." I didn't say it with any sadness, not letting in any pain on this day. Crazy as it was, I just wanted to enjoy it. I'd never seen myself getting married. If I had planned it, I probably would have eloped to Vegas. Nah, screw Vegas actually, I'd pick Hawaii.

He scoffed like it wasn't possible, but his eyes brightened like he quietly appreciated my words. We made it back to The Temple and I moved to walk beside Kyan, wondering how the other Night Keepers would react to this. Blake and Monroe would probably laugh and Saint would probably be more pissed about the fact that I'd missed making him dinner. Or maybe that was wishful thinking.

Kyan swept me off my feet before I made it to the door, carrying me in his arms like a baby and I gasped in surprise as the skirt of my wedding dress swept up around my legs in the wind.

"What are you doing?" I laughed.

"Carrying you over the threshold, baby. I wanna start this marriage right," he said with grit to his tone. He was taking this pretty damn seriously and I couldn’t say I hated that.

He all but kicked the door open, carrying me inside and I tried to wriggle out of his arms, but he wouldn't let me go, rounding into the lounge where Monroe and Blake had gotten up from their seats with their mouths wide. Saint was... "Where's Saint?" I asked.

"Here," he growled, materialising like a freaking spectre from the dark stairway that led to his room as he took in my dress, his eyes calculating, assessing, denying.

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