Jax whispers into her ear that it is finally time to plan their wedding without any remaining enemies in their path.

The warm words hung in the quiet air of the penthouse suite like a sweet promise. Clara looked down into Jax's dark, shining eyes, feeling a rush of pure joy fill her heart.

A wedding. Not a secret ceremony hidden away in a dark corner, and not a business merger forced by family pressure. A real, open celebration of love with the three men who had held her hand through every storm, fought every enemy, and crowned her as their queen.

"A wedding," Clara whispered softly, a bright, beautiful...