Chapter 192

• [Sylvester]
• Parris Abernathy is standing on the other side of the door, his cheezy grin wide, and next to him is Hawthorne Sparks, the witch who tried to take my mate from me all those months ago. Even though we’ve moved past that point, I can’t help but feel a touch of animosity when I look at him.
• “Um, Alpha,” the smaller man sucks in his own irritation, smiling as brightly as he can as he takes his mate’s hand. “Grandmother says it’s time. We need you and the other two grooms at the altar.”