Chapter 447


    The Wedding E Even though Cora got ready in my room at the pce, we did a great deal of work to


    make this wedding as public as possible as public as our coronation, if not more so. In order to do that,


    once Cora was dressed we escorted her down to the garage-level of the pce to where a beautiful


    open- top vintage Rolls Royce was waiting to drive her around to the front.


    “Are you serious?” she had said, rolling her eyes, but she wasughing at the same time – because,


    honestly, it was very cool.


    Roger had his doubts about the n, wanting to know if it was safe, but all the security details that


    Sinir had put out had assured us that there were no major threats to our safety. The majority of the


    humans who objected to a wolf King had either been satiated by Sinir’s sincere promises that


    humans and wolves would be on equal footing or have taken theirints underground.


    And, as Cora suggested to mest night, actually a great number of people humans and wolves alike


    are very excited about the reality of having a royal family to call their own.


    Sinir and I see the proof of this when we finish weing the hundreds of guests who will be inside


    our Hall for the ceremony and step forward towards the doors, where we can see Cora’s car turning


    down the road.


    The crowds lining the streets in front of the pce go wild when they see us, shouting and cheering for


    Sinir, for Rafe, and – I blush when I hear it – for me as well. Sinir starts to wave to everyone so,


    smiling, I do too, and then – I hold the baby up so everyone can see, and the roar goes louder.


    Sinir and Iugh at that as I tuck Rafe again securely by my side, pleased as I think any parents


    would be when people show affection for our child.


    But my smile grows when the cheers turn towards Cora, their duchess, as she waves to them from the


    car that drives her down the road.


    Cora’s name has been in print quite a bittely, and this morning a huge piece was published on the


    two of us the two sisters who were raised human and have found themselves at the center of all of this


    drama. It was a ttering piece that focused the majority of its attention on my sister only fitting, as it’s


    her wedding we’re celebrating today – and our struggles as orphans, her time putting herself through


    medical school, her rather unknown and private rtionship with Roger Sinir.


    I had tried to show it to Cora this morning, fawning over the pictures, but she had waved it away, not


    wanting to see it, I think a little embarrassed by the attention.


    But that Cora is gone now, reced by a beaming woman in a beautiful wedding gown, her long veil


    trailing down her back as she waves eagerly to the people who havee to see her off on her


    wedding day, who call her name and wish her luck.


    I nce back over my shoulder to where I see Roger and Henry standing at the front of the room the


    ce where an altar would be, were this a religious ceremony. Roger gives me a thumbs-up and Henry


    waves, and then Sinir and I step forward out of the pce and begin to walk down the steps to


    escort my sister inside.


    “This is crazy,” Cora whispers,ughing as Sinir offers a hand to help her step out of the car.


    “It’s cool, though, right?” I say,ughing too as I wrap my sister in a hug. “You look beautiful, Cora,” I


    add, tears filling my eyes as I take in my sister in her incredibly gorgeous wedding gown, which


    manages to tter while making no secret of her pregnancy. After all, we’re very proud of the new


    addition to our family.


    “Oh geeze,” Cora says, shaking her head and reaching a hand up to wipe at my cheeks. “Seriously,


    E, you can’t start this now we’re never going to make it through the day – ” “If you think this is her


    first time crying,” Sinir says, smirking and reaching for Rafe, “then you’re woefully mistaken, sister-


    inw.” Coraughs then as I pass Rafe off to his father and she loops her arm through mine.


    “Ready?” I say, sniffing the rest of my tears back and smiling.


    “Sure am,” she says, giving me a wink.


    And then, following our King up the stairs, Cora and I make our way towards the pce. When we get


    to the top of the stairs, we turn to wave to the crowds who all cheer wildly, and then we turn inside. The


    aids close the door behind us and the music begins to y.


    “Congrattions, Cora,” Sinir says, kissing her on the cheek before starting down the aisle.


    It’s a very short little wedding procession for our duchess. Cora has friends, of course, but none she felt


    close to orfortable enough asking to be a bridesmaid. So, we decided to keep it short and sweet,


    perhaps reflecting more wolf tradition than human.


    Sinir and Rafe are thus the only ones who process before the bride, and I smile to see Rafe looking


    interestedly around the room at all of Cora’s well wishers.


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    When my mate and child reach the front of the room, the music changes, turning into the ssic


    wedding waltz.


    “I love you,” I say, standing on my toes to kiss my sister’s cheek, knowing that it’s our turn.


    “Love you more,” she murmurs as she kisses me back.


    And then, her arm in mine, I walk my sister down the aisle.


    We had talked about this at length, of course but in absence of any real father figure, Cora asked me to


    walk her. And, obviously, I cried my eyes out and said yes. Henry offered but… Well, it’s always been


    me and Cora, hasn’t it? We’ve been mother and father to each other, sister and best friend. So, me


    walking her down the aisle on the day she marries her mate and her best friend?


    It’s right. It feels absolutely right.


    And it gives me the most magnificent view of Roger’s face as his eyes focus on Cora, as his face falls


    to see how beautiful she looks, as he forgets to breathe and just…stares at her.


    I bite my lip, ncing up at my sister, seeing her practically glowing with joy, speeding up with her


    eagerness to be at his side.


    “Cora,” Roger whispers, taking three steps forward when we get to the front of the room and climb the


    short set of stairs to the dais. “You look…” Unbidden, she reaches for him, wanting his touch. He


    grasps her hand and, shaking his head, begins to pull her close. But Cora stops for a moment, looking


    over at me. “Do you consent, sis?” she says, grinning at me. “To give me away?” “To this guy?” I say,


    raising my eyebrows and pretending to look Roger dubiously up and down.


    Bothugh, and Roger shakes his head at me. “I’m taking her whether you consent or not, E,” he


    says, grinning, Cora’s hand still held tight in his.


    “Well then,” I say, smiling between the two of them. “Good thing I agree.” My sister and I hug once


    again before I let her go and move to stand next to my mate, taking my baby eagerly back into my


    arms.


    “They look good together,” Sinir whispers in my ear, his eyes on my sister and his brother. “It’s right,


    the two of them.” “They’re so lucky to have us,” I say, sighing and grinning at him. “To have brought


    them together.” Sinirughs a little and shakes his head. “Nah,” he says. “These two? They’d have


    found their way to each other. Fated mates,” he says, slipping his hand around mine. “We have a way


    of doing that, don’t we.” “We sure do,” I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder.


    And then, a blissful smile on my face the whole time, I watch my sister marry her mate.