8/11/2026, 8:05 PM
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You with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes.
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To say he was nervous was an understatement, and he had no reason to be. He knew Idalie. He loved Idalie. He would do anything for her—slit his own throat if she asked, kneel upon the dirtiest ground without a second thought, cross oceans and tear down mountains if it meant proving that she was worth every ounce of devotion he had to give.
He was a loverboy, through and through.
And this wedding? This was his dream come true.
The berry paint still felt strange against his fur, especially the mark across his brow that Nephthys had given him for royalty. Khyan had never thought much of himself as such. He was simply Khyan. Her son. Idalie's mate. A wolf who had somehow managed to stumble into the greatest love he could have ever imagined.
Yet standing there now, decorated in red, with the ocean stretching endlessly behind him, it suddenly felt real.
He was going to marry her.
Idalie.
His eyes found her almost immediately.
And gods, she was beautiful. Flowers woven into her fur, jaw scored with red and her eyes oh so beautiful.
For a moment, everything else seemed to disappear.
The pack. The decorations. The feast waiting to be eaten. The ocean. Even the nervous thudding of his own heart seemed to fall away beneath the sheer, overwhelming sight of her.
She was looking at him.
That alone nearly undid him.
His ears tipped forward, his expression softening into something so openly adoring it would have been impossible to mistake. His tail gave an embarrassing little sweep behind him, betraying just how completely smitten he was.
He couldn't stop staring.
How could he?
This was the girl he'd chosen.
The girl he'd loved through every doubt, every hardship, every moment where the world seemed determined to pull them in opposite directions. Idalie had become so deeply woven into him that he couldn't remember what his life had looked like before her. She wasn't simply someone he loved.
She was home.
Khyan took a slow breath, trying to steady himself, before stepping toward her.
One paw.
Then another.
Until there was nothing between them but a few inches of sand.
His nose brushed gently against hers, and he let out the faintest, breathless laugh. Almost in disbelief, why?
Because Khyan had spent enough time loving Idalie to know that there was nothing in the world he wanted more.
His forehead pressed gently against hers.
I'd marry you a hundred times over if you'd let me.
A quiet smile pulled at his muzzle.
I'd choose you every single time.
His gaze remained locked with hers, impossibly tender.
He wanted her to know. Not just today, not just because there was a ceremony and a gathered pack watching them. He wanted her to know for every day that followed.
He would prove it.
If she wanted the moon, he'd spend his life searching for a way to bring it down.
If she wanted safety, he'd stand between her and every danger that dared approach.
If she wanted nothing more than to sit beside him in silence, he'd happily spend eternity doing exactly that.
Whatever she needed, whatever she asked, Khyan would give.
Because loving Idalie had never felt like sacrifice. It felt like privilege.
His nose nudged hers once more before he finally pulled back, though reluctantly, his eyes still refusing to leave her.
I love you, Idalie.
Simple words.
But there was an entire lifetime behind them because there was an entire lifetime ahead of the couple. A life to be explored, a life to adventure and learn these lands.
More than I know how to say.
And whilst these weren't vows, they felt like it to him, a vow he'd love her for eternity if she allowed. A vow that his soul was hers, a promise to her that she never has to fear him leaving again.
And for perhaps the first time that morning, Khyan didn't look nervous anymore.
He looked certain.
Certain that this was where he belonged.
Certain that she was the wolf he wanted beside him until the very end.
And utterly, hopelessly certain that he would spend the rest of his life making sure Idalie never had to question just how loved she truly was. Never had to question that he, was hers and hers alone, no one could take him from him, not even death himself. He'd return, another body, another name but he'd search the ends of the universes to find her again.
“Should the day ever come when I have to live without you, I hope the last thing my heart remembers is this moment—the moment I had you, loved you, and knew with absolute certainty that there was nowhere else in this world I would rather be.”
