(Media picture of Justin)
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Justin POV:
"I don't know if I can do this, I'm scared." Eva says, pushing down on her dress.
"We've known this was going to happen for years, which you've had two and half years to prepare for this moment. Don't chicken out now."
"You're married already, of course you're not nervous, you wouldn't understand any of what I'm going through." She slams her face in her hands and slowly shakes her head.
"You both have done so much good that everyone is excited for you both to take this on so you could do so much more. Start a family and have your happily ever after." I smile at her. "He's something today, that no one ever thought he'd be and that's because of you. Kids looks up to him, and you! It's time you tie the knot."
The door opens and dad walks through the door with mom right behind him. "You look amazing, bunny." Mom says hugging her. "I'm so proud of you."
She gives her a meek smile trying to hide her nervousness. "You're not getting cold feet are you?" Dad asks.
"No. I'm fine." She smiles a little. "Just a little nervous. I'm happy that it was true, I'm just a little scared that's all."
"Justin how about you go check on the groom." Dad says.
"Sure thing."
I begin walking down the corridor looking for the right hall, trying to find the right room.
"Get that shit outta here!" I hear a yell.
I swing the door open and there they are Charlie and Meyers with a new kid Houston scared as shit at the sight of me. I begin to snarl trying my hardest not to kill them.
"Alpha Justin, how ya doin!?" Charlie says.
"You have two seconds to get the fuck out of here and as far away from this building you can get. Because when this wedding is over and I will find you both, and you will wish I had killed you ." I growl as they run past me, racing to get out of here.
I look over at a seething Elliot, in a black tux. A yellow flower on his pocket next to the handkerchief. He's the groom. He looks pissed and bothered. He was going to kill them if I didn't show up. It would have made one hell of a wedding day story to their kids someday.
"Take a seat dude." I tell him and he reluctantly listened. "What'd they come in here with?" I ask.
"Cocain, and LSD laced with something. They said it was my wedding day and today should be an exception." He growls.
"You didn't take any right?" I try to confirm. The look in his eyes told me I should have known better than to have asked him that. "You know I have to ask."
"I know. It's just I've been sober for almost three years-"
"And you still hang around them sometimes-"
"And I get drug tested every time I finish hanging out with them. It's my fault they're like that in the first place... I'm just try to fix my mistakes."
"Yea, but they're grown men at this point. You can't help them stop if they don't want to." I inform him. "You've done great things and the pack loves you, during this part of their lives they're gonna be found OD'd somewhere. That's on them, not you."
"I hate having a conscience. It's makes me want to help them." He growls.
"That's because my sister is good for you. She gave you a soul, and now you have this inert pulse to do right by the wrong you've done. But today is about you and Eva. You're supposed to be happy, buddy."
