Chapter 64
1787 Words
Gwen
The sight of them took my breath away.
Cain stood in the center, strong and steady, with that protective fire in his eyes that always made me feel like nothing could touch me. Cash was to his right, relaxed but watching me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world. And Cole—my sweet, quiet Cole—stood to the left, his hands in his pockets, that soft smile curving his lips like he knew something beautiful was about to happen.
I stepped forward slowly, my heels clicking over the stone, the hem of the green dress whispering against my ankles.
Cain reached for my hand first. “Hi,” he said quietly, and somehow that one word made tears prick my eyes.
“You look...” Cash trailed off, shaking his head, as if words failed him. “Goddess-tier stunning.”
Cole didn’t speak. He just pulled a single white rose from behind his back and handed it to me.
My heart was hammering, wild and full.
They led me into the greenhouse.
It had been transformed—warm and glowing, every surface draped in soft fabric, petals and ivy entwined with golden fairy lights. In the center was a round platform dusted with more rose petals and surrounded by candles.
Cain turned to face me as I stood in the center, the three of them forming a triangle around me.
“We’ve been through hell together,” he began, voice low and full of emotion. “But even before everything went wrong, before the talisman and the lies and the pain—you were already everything to us.”
“We didn’t plan for this,” Cash added. “Didn’t expect you. But the second we saw you, our wolves knew. And even when you didn’t believe it yet... we were already yours.”
Cole stepped closer, his voice soft but steady. “You are the strongest person I’ve ever met. Not because you fight—but because you keep fighting. And I want to be by your side for every battle and every quiet moment in between.”
They each reached into their jackets and pulled out a small ring boxes.
Cain opened his first. Inside was a a bold, clean band, in pale yellow gold, set with a pear-shaped moonstone, glowing with a quiet, ethereal fire.
Cash’s box held a slightly thinner band inlaid with small emeralds and black diamonds, alternating in a vine-like pattern—delicate and wild, like me.
Cole’s ring was simple, a slender band with an understated solitaire—a diamond shaped like a crescent moon with an inscription on the inside. I would read it later, but I already felt the weight of its meaning.
All three of them knelt.
And together, they said, “Gwen, will you marry us?”
I couldn’t stop the tears. I didn’t even try.
I laughed and cried at the same time, nodding so hard I thought I’d fall over. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes. To all of you. Always.”
They stood in unison and wrapped me in their arms, each kissing a different part of me—my lips, my cheeks, my hands—until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the others began.
I didn’t notice it at first.
Still overwhelmed, I’d been too focused on their faces—the nerves in Cain’s eyes, the joy lighting up Cash’s smile, the way Cole held his breath like I might vanish.
I looked at the rings in their individual boxes. They were beautiful on their own—moonstone, emeralds, a crescent diamond—but as Cain, Cash, and Cole each slid one onto my finger, something shifted. With a quiet snick, the pieces locked into place. A single, radiant ring now circled the base of my finger, weightless and warm against my skin.
My breath caught.
“This…” I whispered, lifting my hand to study it. The pale gold gleamed like sunlight on snow, the gems catching the flickering candlelight. “They fit together?”
“Just like we do,” Cole said quietly, his voice a little raw.
Third Person POV
The candles burned low, their light casting golden shadows on the misted glass walls of the greenhouse. Outside, the cold night air clung to the garden, but within, it was warm—radiant from the flowers, from the flicker of flame, from the sheer heat of joy echoing between them.
Gwen sat on the velvet blanket they'd laid out, nestled between Cain and Cash, with Cole leaning against the opposite wall, legs stretched out and an arm loosely draped across Gwen’s ankles. Their suits were wrinkled now, ties discarded, shoes kicked off. Everything had softened.
She was quiet—glowing, but quiet. One hand rested lightly on her chest, the other tracing slow, reverent circles over the stacked ring on her finger.
Cain watched her, his voice low. “You're thinking too much.”
“I always think too much,” she whispered back, a smile tugging at her lips. “But not in a bad way this time.”
Cash nudged her temple with his nose, almost wolfish in the gesture. “What’s in that pretty head of yours, mate?”
Gwen leaned back slightly and looked at all three of them. “I think I never thought I’d get a moment like this,” she admitted. “Peaceful. Safe. Full of love.”
Cole’s eyes flicked up at that, pale and steady. “You deserve peace. And you’ve always had our love. You’ll always have it.”
“I know.” Her throat tightened. “It’s just… for a long time, I only ever thought of survival. Of getting through the next day. I didn’t let myself dream of this. Of you.”
Cain laced his fingers with hers. “Then let this be the start of a new kind of dream.”
Outside, snow began to fall again—fat, silent flakes drifting against the glass. Gwen tilted her head back, watching it from within their warm little world. The greenhouse caught the shimmer, the frost painting patterns along the panes.
“I feel like I’m breathing again,” she murmured. “Like I finally have a future.”
Cole sat forward, reaching for her other hand. “You do,” he said. “With us.”
Gwen looked down at her hands, one held by Cain, the other by Cole, Cash curled protectively at her back. The rings shimmered as the candlelight kissed them, each metal band distinct but seamless, three parts of a whole.
Her voice cracked slightly. “Then let’s make it count.”
They stayed like that for a while—no more talking, just breathing together, hearts beating in rhythm beneath the falling snow. It was the quiet between storms, the space where love steadied itself before the fight to come.
And in that silence, surrounded by her mates, Gwen decided she would never again let the world take this from her.
“They’re meant to be worn as one,” Cain added, brushing his fingers over mine. “Separate, we’re strong. Together, we’re unbreakable.”
Tears blurred my vision. I wrapped my arms around all three of them, heart so full it felt like it might burst.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I love all of you.
And they were mine.
Forever.
Third Person POV
Gwen clung to Cain’s arm as he guided her through the halls of the pack house, a soft blindfold tied gently around her eyes. She wasn’t afraid—far from it. Her heart pounded with excitement, and her fingers itched with the desire to rip the cloth away. But she trusted them. Trusted him.
“Almost there,” Cole murmured from behind, his voice rich with amusement.
“Stop smiling like that,” Gwen said, even though she couldn’t see it, felt it all the same.
“I’m not,” he lied.
Cain chuckled and stopped in front of a door. She felt his hand leave hers for just a moment as he opened it. Then his fingers returned to cup her cheek, guiding her forward. The scent of roses hit her first—sweet, floral, fresh. Then the warmth of flickering candles brushed against her skin like a whisper.
“You can look now,” Cain said softly.
She untied the blindfold slowly, her hands shaking—not from fear, but wonder.
The suite had been transformed.
White rose petals were scattered across the bed, the floor, the small table by the fire. Hundreds of candles cast a soft golden glow, reflecting off the champagne flutes waiting on the nearby tray. The air was warm, heady with scent and love. At the center of it all stood her mates—her soon-to-be true mates—looking at her like she was the only star in their sky.
Cain popped the champagne, the cork flying with a cheerful pop, and poured her a glass with steady hands. He offered it to her, the corners of his mouth tugging into a small smile. Gwen took it, her fingers brushing his. Their eyes met.
“You did all this for me?” she whispered.
“All of it,” Cain said. “For you.”
She took a sip, the bubbles tickling her lips, then glanced between the three of them. Her voice was tentative, her nerves slipping in despite the magic of the moment. “When it’s time to mark me… do all three of you have to… be with me? At the same time?”
Cain took the glass from her hands and set it aside. His fingers trailed down her arm, gentle and reverent. “No,” he said, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her lips. “We talked about it. You decide the pace. One at a time. No pressure.”
Cash stepped forward next, brushing Gwen’s hair behind her ear. “We agreed,” he said. “Cain goes first.”
He leaned in and kissed her temple. “We’ll wait.”
Cole gave her hand a squeeze and nodded, then the two brothers walked quietly to the door, casting one last look over their shoulders. Then Gwen and Cain were alone.
The room fell into a hushed stillness, broken only by the crackle of the fireplace and the soft clink of the champagne flute.
Cain stepped closer, his voice a low promise. “If you let me, I’ll make this the most sacred moment of your life.”
And the air between them sparked, full of anticipation, devotion, and something deeper—something unbreakable.
- Writer
