Rian's POV
The day I've been planning for months is finally here.
"Nervous?" Damon asks, adjusting my tie.
"Terrified. What if he changes his mind?"
"He won't. That Luna is crazy about you." Damon grins. "Though why, I'll never understand."
"Shut up." But I'm smiling.
The venue is perfect—outdoor ceremony, sunset lighting, hundreds of flowers. Exactly what Luca wanted.
The pack is assembled. Other packs too—witnesses to our recommitment.
Then the music starts.
Luca appears, and my breath catches.
He's in the midnight blue suit, looking devastating. Silver streaks in his hair catch the setting sun. The ring I gave him glints on his finger.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
He walks toward me, eyes locked on mine. No one is giving him away—he's coming to me by choice.
When he reaches me, I take his hands. They're trembling slightly.
"Hi," I whisper.
"Hi." His smile is radiant. "Ready to do this?"
"Been ready since I met you."
The officiant begins. "We gather today to witness Rian and Luca renew their vows. Not by obligation, but by choice. Pure, genuine choice."
Luca squeezes my hands.
"Rian, your vows."
I clear my throat. "Luca, seven months ago, I forced a bond you didn't want. Claimed you without permission. Did everything wrong." My voice cracks. "Today, I'm asking you to choose me. Not because the bond demands it. Because you want to. I vow to love you, respect you, cherish you, and treat you as my equal. Forever."
Tears stream down his face.
"Luca, your vows."
He takes a shaky breath. "Rian, seven months ago, you kidnapped me. Forced me into a world I didn't understand. I should hate you for it." He smiles through tears. "But I don't. Because you also loved me, protected me, and gave me the family I'd been missing. Today, I choose you. Freely, willingly, completely. I vow to love you, challenge you, support you, and be your partner. Forever."
"The rings?"
We already wear rings. But today, we exchange new ones—matching bands engraved with "Chosen."
I slide his on, he slides mine on. Perfect fit.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you married. Again. You may kiss."
I pull Luca close and kiss him deeply. The pack howls approval, but I only feel him—his love, his choice, his forever.
When we break apart, both crying, he whispers, "Hi, husband."
"Hi, husband." I rest my forehead against his. "Thank you. For choosing me."
"Always."
The reception is beautiful—dancing, food, celebration. But all I see is Luca, laughing and happy and mine.
By choice.
Finally, we slip away to our room. The wedding night is tender, passionate, perfect.
"Love you," I breathe as we move together. "Love you so much."
"Love you too." He arches beneath me. "My Alpha. My choice. My forever."