Chapter : 929

Gavin’s POV

“I want to thank you for sending Chuck back to my territory,” Jermey said, sitting in front of my desk, leaning back in his seat. “We are dealing with him properly. He’s been stripped of his title and fired from the force. I promise, I’m not taking this kind of thing lightly.”

I nodded, already knowing that Jermey would deal with him. I was going to deal with him myself, but Irene asked me not to. Despite all Chuck had done to her, she still had a kind heart, and I didn’t want to disappoint her.

“As long as he’s being punished for what he did, I guess it doesn’t matter who does it,” I muttered, tapping my fingers on my desk. My nerves were a bit jumbled, but in the best possible way. I was getting married this evening to the love of my life and fated mate.

I never thought I would get married again, not in all of my years. But here I was… preparing to marry Judy, and I couldn’t be happier with how things were going.

“How’s Levi?” Jeremy asked. “Still in prison?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, he’s not leaving there any time soon. Apparently, he’s causing some issues with some of my guards,” I told him, shaking my head. “He’ll get what’s coming to him one day.”

“Have Mica and his nephew arrived yet?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, they are both at the pack house, settling into their rooms before the ceremony tonight. They got here this morning. I had breakfast with them. You’re the last one to arrive.”

“Better late than never,” Jeremy teased as he pushed off the seat and stood to his feet. “Isn’t it almost time? Shouldn’t you be getting ready to get to your bride?”

“Yes, he should,” Taylor said as he entered my office, his arms folded across his chest. “Why are you in your office when you should be getting ready for your wedding? Its bad enough you refused to let us throw you a bachelor party.”

He wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t interested in being a bachelor for the night. I was more excited to marry my love.

Ignoring that jab, I rolled my eyes.

“I just have a few more things to finish up here,” I told them. “I shouldn’t be too much longer.”

“Didn’t we agree no work on your wedding day?” Taylor asked, raising his brows. “What would Judy think?”

“Judy is still recovering after getting

shit face last night,” I reminded him, thinking back to that phone call

with Richard Montague last night and how worr he sounded about Judy’s well-being. I was worried too.

I rushed to their house in the middle of the night so I could hold Judy while she slept. I barely slept myself, but I was able to watch her peaceful form the entire night.

I was gone before she could wake this morning, but I knew she was going to be hungover. I was still upset with Nan and my daughter for allowing something like that to happen.

But Nan told me how Olivia apologized, and so did a majority of the pack; they even gave Judy their blessing to be their Luna, and bowed to her, so I couldn’t be too upset about how things turned out.

“Seriously, Gavin. Judy will kill us all if you’re late for your own wedding,” Taylor said, shaking his head. “Let’s get a move on things.”

I raised my brows at him.

“Did you just tell your Alpha what to do?” I asked, a teasing glint in my tone.

“No, I told my best friend what to do,” he said, nudging my shoulder. “Let’s get going before we are actually late.”

I knew he was right. This paperwork would have to wait until another day. I needed

to get to my own wedding. I stood without another thought and turned off my

computer before I left around my desk.

“You’re right. Let’s go.”

Without another word, the three of us left the Landry corporation and went straight to the packhouse. Judy was getting ready at the Villa, so I knew the packhouse would be clear of her. Irene was very clear when she told me that I wasn’t to see Judy on her wedding day; last night and into this morning apparently didn’t count.

But she indeed forbade me from

seeing Judy in her wedding dress. I

had no

idea how my mate was

doing, but I trusted my family and

friends to make sure she was okay

today. I just hoped she wasnt in too

much pain after drinking so much last night.

My stomach was in a knot thinking about it.

“Dad… do I have to wear this stupid tux?” Matt asked as he walked towards me, tugging at his dark tie.

I come down, my handsome boy.

“Yes,” I told him, putting my hand on his shoulder. “You’re the ring bearer. It’s custom.”

He let out a groan.

“Ryder doesn’t have to wear a tux,” he said, folding his arms across his chest and scowling at me.