Scarlet sighed, but didn’t argue. “How long is this going to take? Maybe someone should go tell Wolf to water the flower beds before it gets much later?”
“I’ll go,” said Cress. She was out of the room in a blink, shutting the door softly behind her.
Apparently tired of avoiding wrinkles in the dress, Scarlet sighed and lay back on the bed, letting Winter do whatever she was doing to the lining. Cinder tried to peer over Winter’s shoulder, but her hair blocked the needlework, so she gave up and joined Iko on the bed, leaning against the headboard.
She pulled up the commlink screen on her retina display and jotted off a quick message.
ANYTHING WE’RE FORGETTING?
Iko glanced at her. They rarely communicated using their internal computer interfaces anymore—using portscreens instead made them both feel more human—but being cyborg and android still had their conveniences.
CRESS IS SUPPOSED TO BE HANDLING THE MUSIC, came Iko’s reply. I JUST SENT HER A COMM REMINDING HER.
Cinder nodded and folded her arms over her knees. “Are you nervous?” she asked.
Scarlet turned her head. She was probably destroying that braid, but no one said anything. “No,” she said. “At least, not about getting married. I’m a little nervous at the idea that this has become an international spectacle and there are people who don’t know me or Wolf who are going to take it on themselves to judge our wedding, but … no. I’m not nervous about getting married, or being married. It’s Wolf. It feels … right.” Her eyes turned hazy as she stared at some insignificant spot on the wall over Cinder’s head. “There was never a time when it didn’t feel right.”
Cinder swallowed and couldn’t help thinking of Kai. Had there ever been a time when it didn’t feel right?
There had been difficult times, certainly.
When she’d first started to fall for him but had been too scared to tell him she was cyborg.
When he’d learned that she was Lunar, and thought she’d brainwashed him into having feelings for her.
When she’d kidnapped him, undermining his attempts to end a war and obtain the letumosis antidote.
And, oh, that one time when he’d married her tyrannical aunt.
She couldn’t very well say that their relationship had ever been easy, but then, neither had Wolf and Scarlet’s.
But had it always been right?
Her pulse hummed at the question.
It must have been, she thought, even way back when everything was so wrong. She couldn’t have fought so hard for him otherwise.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed with her lost in thought when a subtle knock sounded at the door and Cress reentered. “The flowers are taken care of,” she said, and winked at Iko. Luckily, Scarlet had her eyes shut and didn’t notice the blatant code word, if that’s what that was supposed to be.
“I’m almost finished,” said Winter.
“I can’t wait to see what you’ve done to my beautiful dress,” said Scarlet, although she didn’t sound overly concerned.
“You will love it.” Winter tied a knot into the thread and bent over, using her teeth to cut off the long strings. “There.”
Scarlet sat up as the others crowded around.
This time, when Cinder saw what Winter had done, even she couldn’t prevent a joyful gasp from escaping her.
In the beautiful blue thread, into the silk lining of Scarlet’s wedding dress, Winter had embroidered a single word in simple, elegant script: Alpha.
“You’re right,” said Scarlet, rubbing her thumb over the word. “It’s … perfect.”
“It’s something blue, at least,” said Winter.
Cress cleared her throat. Cinder looked up to see that she had her portscreen with her, and she was entering some command. She had an excited, beatific smile on her face.
“What now?” said Scarlet, her suspicious tone returning.
The only response, though, was the sound of string music echoing up from the floor below, loud enough to fill the whole house.
Scarlet pulled herself off the bed and let her uncertain glare travel from one friend to the next. “What’s going on?”
Cress pulled open the door, letting the music spill into the room.
Scarlet took a hesitant step toward the door, but Iko stopped her and made a few quick adjustments to her hair before nudging her forward. They all filed behind the bride as she emerged on the landing and peered down the narrow staircase. Since Cinder had been out before, the banister had been wrapped with white crepe paper and finished with an enormous tulle bow. The doorway below, which separated the foyer from the sitting room, was hung with fine white streamers. The whole house smelled of roses.
Scarlet turned back. “What have you done?”
They all stared with close-lipped, secretive smiles.
Shaking her head, Scarlet made her way down the stairs in her red-heeled shoes. When she turned into the sitting room, she was greeted by Jacin, holding out an expertly crafted bouquet. She took it from him, her mouth hanging open, and stepped through the fluttering streamers.
Then she began to laugh.
Cinder hurried to join her, eager to see what the boys had done. But when she stepped into the sitting room, it was not the decorations that caught her attention first, but Wolf, standing in front of the fireplace altar in his formal black-and-red tuxedo. Though it had been made especially for him, the jacket still stretched across his broad chest and shoulders, and the red bow tie was almost humorous against his fierce features and lupine bone structure.
Almost.
Despite everything Levana had tried to do to him, Cinder had to admit that he was still handsome, with his olive skin and vivid green eyes and unkempt hair. Most of all, though, it was the look he was giving Scarlet, which would have taken away the breath of any girl.
Kai and Thorne were there, too, each of them standing with their hands in their pockets, rocking back on their heels with supremely smug looks on their faces, like they were daring anyone to suggest it wasn’t the most beautiful impromptu wedding ever created.
And they had done a marvelous job—much better than Cinder would have expected. The turmoil from before had somehow been tweaked and massaged into a picture-perfect scene, with flower garlands over the tables and ivory fabric draping the windows and pillar candles flickering around the room.
There was also Émilie, Scarlet’s friend and the girl who had once been deathly afraid of Cinder, back when she was a wanted fugitive. Now, Émilie was beaming and standing next to a small table that held a towering pyramid of golden pastries.
“What,” Scarlet breathed, clutching the bouquet, “is this?”
Wolf smiled around his canine teeth. “You are the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on.”
Scarlet cocked her head. “And you look like you’re about to get married.” There was blatant amusement in her tone.
Wolf’s eyes dipped once to the carpet, but he didn’t stop smiling. He paced across the room and took Scarlet’s hands in his, so that their palms engulfed the wrapped flower stems.
“Scarlet,” he said, “I know how frustrated you’ve been with the … attention our wedding has brought, and how much you hate what it was turning into. And on our wedding day, all I want is for you to be happy and content. I don’t want you thinking about journalists or cameras or newsfeeds. You didn’t sign up for any of that, and it isn’t fair to you. So … I thought … I wondered if you might marry me now, here, instead.”
Scarlet tore her gaze from him and let it wander to everyone else in the room. “You were all in on this.”
“Wolf had the idea a few weeks ago,” said Kai, “when he noticed you were getting … upset about the media. That’s why he wanted us all to come early.”
Scarlet blinked tears from her eyes. “I … this is … it’s perfect, but I think you might have forgotten one important element.” She turned back to Wolf. “There’s no officiant here. Who’s going to marry us?”
Wolf’s grin widened, and he glanced at Kai.
Scarlet followed the look. “Seriously?”
Kai shrugged. “I’ve never done it before, but it is within my powers as the emperor of the Eastern Commonwealth to marry people. It will be perfectly legitimate and binding.”
Wolf took a step closer so that he towered over Scarlet, creating what could have been a moment of intimacy if the room hadn’t been so crowded. “So? Will you marry me?”
Scarlet started to smile.
“Wait. Before you answer that,” said Thorne, gesturing around the room, “you should know that the store where we got all this stuff doesn’t take returns.”
Casting her gaze skyward, Scarlet said, “Well, in that case. Yes. Yes, of course I will.” Her eyes glimmered as she draped her arms over Wolf’s shoulders. His hands spread out across the sash at her waist and he bent toward her—
But just before their lips touched, Thorne thrust his hand in between them, receiving dual kisses on his fingers. Wolf and Scarlet jerked back.
“Slow those rockets,” said Thorne. “I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure we’re not to the kissing part yet.” He pried Scarlet away from Wolf, who growled low in his throat, and ordered, “Places, everyone!”
Cinder gladly claimed one of the wooden chairs that had been brought in from the kitchen, and Émilie took the seat beside her, whispering, “Aren’t they the most beautiful couple? I introduced them, you know.”
Cinder cast a frown at her. “You did?”
Émilie shrugged and flashed an impish grin. “Well … sort of.”
Kai and Wolf stood at the makeshift altar, while Winter and Jacin took the remaining dining chairs. Thorne led Scarlet back out to the foyer, and Cinder could hear him whispering hasty directions before coming to sit beside Cress and Iko on the sheet-draped sofa.
After Cress punched a new command into her portscreen, the music changed to a classic wedding march. The change was affecting, sweeping away the frivolity of the decorations and Thorne’s humor and filling the house with a sense of intent.
Scarlet waited a moment, allowing the music to permeate the ceremony, before she glided through the wall of streamers. Her eyes were locked onto Wolf’s as she took one meaningful, patient step after another.
Émilie sniffled and raised a handkerchief to her nose. “I love weddings.”
Grinning, Cinder glanced toward Kai and found him smiling back at her. If he was nervous to be playing such an important role on such a momentous occasion, he didn’t show it.
Scarlet stopped beside Wolf, and Cress lowered the music’s volume, letting it fade pleasantly into silence. There was another sniffle in the room—Winter, Cinder guessed.
“Dear friends,” Kai began, “we are gathered today to witness and to celebrate the union between Wo—er, Ze’ev Kesley and Scarlet Benoit. Though we are a small gathering, it’s clear that the love we feel for this bride and groom would span to Luna and back.” His copper-brown eyes passed fondly from Scarlet to Wolf. “Of course, we know that the world sees this wedding as a historical event. The first recorded marriage union between a Lunar and an Earthen since the second era. And maybe that is important. Maybe the love and compassion these two people have for each other is symbolic of hope for the future. Maybe this wedding signifies the possibility that someday our two races will not only learn to tolerate each other, but to love and appreciate each other as well. Or, maybe…” Kai’s eyes glinted. “… this relationship has absolutely nothing to do with politics, and everything to do with our shared human need to find someone who will care for us as much as we care for them. To find a partner who complements us and teaches us. Who makes us stronger. Who makes us want to be our best possible self.”
Cinder heard yet another sniffle—this time from Iko, and she nearly choked. Iko, like her, couldn’t cry, but that had never stopped her from faking it before.
Kai continued, “I think that when every person in this room looks at Ze’ev and Scarlet, they don’t see a Lunar and an Earthen. We don’t see an agenda, or two people trying to make a statement. I think we see two people who were lucky enough to find each other in this vast universe, and they weren’t going to let any boundaries of distance or race or even physiological tampering get in the way of a happy life together.”
Cinder listed her head thoughtfully. Distance. Race. Physiological tampering. It was almost as if Kai wasn’t just talking about Wolf and Scarlet. He could just as easily have been talking about their own relationship. She squinted at Kai, newly suspicious, but his eyes never darted toward her, and she began to feel self-absorbed for thinking it. This was Wolf and Scarlet’s moment, and Kai respected that.
But when he was writing this speech, the similarities must have occurred to him. Right?
She held her breath, listening a little more closely to Kai’s words, wondering if he’d intended a meaning that went beyond this one ceremony.
Kai reached into his pocket and pulled out two golden rings. He handed one to Wolf, then took the bouquet from Scarlet and gave her the other.
“In preparing for this ceremony,” Kai said, setting the bouquet on the mantel behind him, “I did some research and learned that the word Alpha has held many meanings across history.”
A chuckle moved through the room. They all knew of the “alpha mate” relationship that Wolf and Scarlet had, and over the years it had developed into an inside joke among them. But Cinder also knew it was a joke founded on a deeper truth. Wolf and Scarlet took the designation seriously, in a way that even Cinder could admit was painfully romantic.
“Alpha can refer to the first of something,” said Kai, “or the beginning of everything. It can be attributed to a particularly powerful or charismatic person, or it can signify the dominant leader in a pack of animals, most notably, of course, wolves.” His serious expression tweaked briefly into a teasing smile. “It has meanings in chemistry, physics, and even astronomy, where it describes the brightest star in a constellation. But it seems clear that Ze’ev and Scarlet have created their own definition for the word, and their relationship has given this word a new meaning for all of us. Being an Alpha means that you’ll stand against all adversity to be with your mate. It means accepting each other, both for your strengths and your flaws. It means forging your own path to happiness and to love.” He nodded at Wolf. “Now I’ll have you place the ring on your bride’s finger and repeat after me.”
Wolf took Scarlet’s hands into his, as tenderly as he would pick up an injured butterfly, and slid the band onto her finger. His voice was rough and wavering as he recited—“I, Ze’ev Kesley, do hereby claim you, Scarlet Benoit, as my wife and my Alpha. Forevermore, you will be my mate, my star, my beginning of everything.” He smiled down at her, his eyes swimming with emotion. Scarlet returned the look, and though Wolf’s expression teetered between proud and bashful, Scarlet’s face contained nothing but joy. “You are the one. You have always been, and you will always be, the only one.”
Scarlet took the second ring—a significantly larger version of the same unadorned band—and pressed it onto Wolf’s finger. “I, Scarlet Benoit, do hereby claim you, Ze’ev Kesley, as my husband and my Alpha. Forevermore, you will be my mate, my star, my beginning of everything. You are the one. You have always been, and you will always be, the only one.”
Wolf folded his hands around hers. From where she sat, Cinder could see that he was shaking.
Kai grinned. “By the power given to me by the people of Earth, under the laws of the Earthen Union and as witnessed by those gathered here today, I do now pronounce you husband and wife.” He spread his hands in invitation. “You may kiss your—”
Wolf wrapped his arms around Scarlet’s waist, lifting her off the floor, and kissed her before Kai could finish. Or maybe she kissed him. It seemed mutual, as her hands wound through his disheveled hair.
The room exploded with cheers, everyone launching to their feet to congratulate the still-kissing couple. Scarlet had lost
one of her red shoes.
“I’ll get the champagne,” said Thorne, heading toward the kitchen. “Those two are going to be thirsty when they finally come up for air.”
* * *
Cinder collapsed onto the stairs and leaned against the rail, where the crepe paper wrappings had come unstuck and were slowly unwinding themselves as the night went on. She was exhausted. Her right foot was throbbing and her left leg felt like it was filled with lead. She’d never danced so much in her life, not even at last year’s ball, when she’d been too self-conscious about everyone staring at her to spend more than a handful of songs on the ballroom floor. But this felt different. Cress had somehow compiled the perfect list of songs, and every time it seemed the party was dwindling, a song with just the right beat would come on and everyone would be up again, laughing and spinning. Kai and Winter had even taught the others a few basic waltz steps, and Iko had made it a point to steal multiple dances with every person in the room. She, of course, was tireless. Even Émilie had been folded easily into their festivities.
There had been feasting, too, though mostly on the croquembouche, which had so far contributed to both the lunch and dinner of the day, and was probably going to become a late-night snack as well.
And there was laughter. And teasing. And nostalgic remembrances of their many adventures, and the times when most of them had been crew members aboard the Rampion.
Kai appeared before Cinder, running a tired hand through his hair, and slumped down on the stair beside her. “Well? How do you think we did?”
She settled her head on his shoulder and watched Iko and Jacin waltz across the foyer, not really sure who was leading who. “I’d call it a brilliant success. All those journalists are going to be so disappointed when they find out they missed it.”
“They’ll have plenty to report on still. They don’t need to intrude on Wolf and Scarlet’s privacy anymore in order to do it.”
“Are you going to hold a press conference in place of the wedding in a couple days? Tell the world about your first foray into matrimonial officiating? Wax poetic about the historical importance of such a union?”
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