Amelia's Point Of View
I sit by Korinna as we watch the twins crawl around. It's been a month since the moon goddess spoke through her and her hair is slowly turning white. The moon goddess visited me in my dreams a week after the encounter to tell me that Korinna would soon join her. It would be in a few years, but soon to her since time flows differently in Baletha, the home of the moon goddess. I smile and kiss her stomach which is carrying another pup which will hopefully come out healthily considering all the stress she's been under. We had our Alpha acceptance ceremony with my pack a week ago and now I have another plan up my sleep.
"What the hell are you doing?" She asks as I move off the couch with her to the floor on one knee.
"Korinna, I know that we haven't known each other long at all and that you may be wary of staying with me considering what your other mate did to you, but I swear to you to love, honor, cherish, and support you and our pups until the last breath leaves my body. I love you with all of my soul and want to be with you for all of eternity. Will you marry me?" I ask jumbling my words together trying to bite back the nauseating anxiety gripping my throat. Tears swell in her eyes and she nods before locking her lips on mine.
"Whoo!" Her family cheers as her dad walks in with a video camera. Blake runs to her.
"Aunt Kori!" He yells hugging her tightly. His mom was killed during the attack, so the Council reluctantly gave custody to Amelia on the condition that Korinna keeps the official throne while Amelia's line heirs the pack that Grace ruled over. Amelia agreed and thus the agreement was sealed.
♡A Month Later; Day before the Cornations♡
"Wake up Andrea." Amelia says shaking me awake from my steamy dreams. She scrunches up her nose. "Control your horniness." I smirk and roll out of bed in a tank top and shorts. She's already dressed in her silver and purple bridesmaid dress.
"You're late. Get dressed." She snaps slamming my door. I get up and dress in my white tux and purple vest with a violet in the lapel and purple and white shoes. I style my hair in a ponytail before smirking at myself. Time to marry the love of my life.
Korinna's Point Of View:
I pace anxiously in my white silk gown with purple lace around my waist. The sweetheart neckline shows my bare arms that are now lines with markings from the moon goddess entering me. Finally I hear the music cuing my father to walk me down the aisle. The double doors open and I start down to meet Andrea after Amelia gets to her side with Brandon, Blake, and Brookelynn as the ring bearers and flower girl.
I mentally rush the Councilman who is officiating the wedding so I can finally be Korinna Carter. I say my part on cue and so does she. Finally . . . Finally he pronounces us wives and said we could kiss.
*The next day at the coronations*
I smile out at our people as we await the order to say our vows to the people and our crowns.
"I, Korinna Amoire Leanette Aurora Pierce Carter, swear before the representatives of every werewolf pack to rule with pride, kindness, fairness, and with honor." I say standing proudly. Andrea repeats my vows to the people and the Council places our white gold, diamond and sapphire encrusted crowns on our heads.
"I present to you, Korinna Amoire Leanette Aurora Pierce Carter, Queen of All Werewolves and Andrea Larette Carter, Queen of All Werewolves." Thomas says as the crowd cheers.
I summon Amelia forward. "Do you, Amelia Lauren Pierce-Michels, agree to lead your pack justly, kindly, and with honor?" I ask.
"I, Amelia Lauren Pierce-Michels, swear before you, Korinna Amoire Leanette Aurora Pierce Carter, Queen of All Werewolves, to lead justly, kindly, and with honor." She says.
"I now dub you Queen Amelia Lauran Pierce-Michels of the Royal Rogue Pack." I say placing the crown Grace had worn when I'd met her again at the meeting. The head Councilman takes Brandon and Brookelynn to the small bowl of water.
"I now baptise you, Brandon Nicolas Carter, Crown Prince heir to the throne of All Werewolves." He says trickling water over his head. He takes Brookelynn. "I baptise you, Brookelynn Grace Carter, Princess of All Werewolves." He says removing two small crowns, one is gold and encrusted with diamonds and sapphires and the other is silver and encrusted with diamonds. He places the gold crown on Brandon's golden curls and the silver one on Brookelynn's dark wavy locks. Everyone cheers and Andrea and I take our children with pride.
Epilogue:
*13 years later*
"Brandon, give it back!" Brookelynn cries begging for her tiara back as Andrea and I await the arrival of our guests. I shoot them a glare and Brandon gives her her tiara almost immediately. This can only be beginning of typical sibling rivalry.
If only that's all it was . . .
