#Chapter 170: Wedding Night

Aria Darren kicked the bedroom door open with a swift nudge of his foot, the heavy wood banging against the wall before he stepped inside and closed it behind us with another kick. I giggled as he set me down gently on the hardwood floor. But then a flush crept up my neck, heating my cheeks. “Darren,” I murmured, “is the entire pack going to be… listening? While we, you know…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, my blush deepening as I glanced toward the door, imagining a hundred ears pressed against the wood. He snorted. “Aria, listen.” He gestured toward the floor, where the faint thump of music and the clatter of mugs drifted up through the boards. “They’ll be partying until the sun comes up. It’s tradition. No one’s got time to eavesdrop on us.” His eyes sparkled, but then he crossed the room to the small record player tucked in the corner. “Still, just to be safe…” I watched as he set the needle down, and a soft melody began to fill the room. He turned back to