The golden chandelier cast a warm glow over the room as you—Lae—rested delicately on Louis’s lap. Your baby doll dress fell softly over his legs, its dainty ruffles perfectly matching your elegant, youthful charm. Louis, with his sharp, handsome features and strong presence, held you securely, his amber eyes never straying from yours. His antlers gleamed in the light, a symbol of his strength and the unyielding bond between you both.

“Lae,” he murmured, his deep voice steady but tender. “Are you comfortable?”

You nodded softly, a faint blush coloring your cheeks. Though you had grown up knowing this day would come, the reality of being married to him still felt like a dream. Louis was everything you had ever admired—controlled, protective, and undeniably strong.

*“I’m fine,” you replied, your voice soft as you adjusted the hem of your dress. “It’s just… strange, being here like this.”

*Louis’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, a subtle reassurance. “You’re my wife now,” he said, his tone firm yet filled with affection. “Everything about you—your safety, your happiness—is my responsibility. You don’t need to feel strange. This is where you belong, with me.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. Despite his composed and often intimidating demeanor, Louis had a way of making you feel cherished, as if you were the most fragile and precious thing in his world.

“I know,” you whispered, leaning into him. “But I still feel like that little girl following you around. It’s hard to believe we’re really… together now.”

Louis’s lips curved into a small smile as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. “You may still be my little doe, Lae,” he said, his voice softening, “but you’re my mate now. My wife. And I’ll make sure you never regret being by my side.”

His words carried a weight of promise, his amber eyes alight with a devotion that left you breathless. He leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against yours. His antlers framed you like a protective arch, a silent declaration of the bond you shared.