Segregated Sadist

Emily

“Do you, Emily Mitchell, take Tyler Slate as your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Do you promise to cherish him, honor him, and help him thrive as the beta of our pack, so help our goddess?” our lead elder spoke, making my eyes water as he continued to resight.

Tyler’s eyes sparkled, a stray tear falling down his cheek and smile from ear to ear. “I do!” I say, making him choke up a bit. He sighed, trying to contain his tears. I can't say the same about myself; happy tears fell like waterfalls.

Then it was his turn; the elder reread the vows, “I do.” Tyler says midway before our elder finishes, making everyone chuckle.

We exchanged rings in simple bands. His ring was a mixture of black gold and tanzanite. It had Viking runes engraved through the band in gold and finished with small amethyst stones through the band (Asher’s idea).

My ring was a Blue Nile Asscher cut diamond band with amethyst stones in between each diamond. He slowly places the ring on me with trembling hands