Brax POV
“Did we really have to come here?” Brax grumbled as their car pulled up in front of the casino. Vegas was too loud, too bright, and his wolf was already on edge.
“It was the closest city,” Bash said with a grin. “Besides, we had to do something for your bachelor party. It’s not every day our Alpha gets mated off.”
Jackson laughed along, slapping Brax on the shoulder. They were all suited up, ready for a night of overpriced drinks, flashing lights, and poor decisions.
“Wait…” Ezra pulled something from his jacket, holding it up with a wicked grin. “We got you a gift.”
Brax squinted. “Is that a—?”
“A bride-to-be sash.” Ezra unrolled it proudly. “Don’t worry, we had it custom-made in black. Classy.”
“Hilarious.” Brax glared as the others burst out laughing—even his wolf gave a
