The Darkest Chase Read Online Nicole Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
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I blush wildly, and I can’t help looking at my throat in my reflection.

My pale, smooth throat, completely unblemished today.

Yeah, he’s been forbidden from biting me for weeks now—anywhere that might show in my wedding dress, at least.

He grumped. He growled. He sulked a lot.

But he listened.

Even if he’s been busy marking up my inner thigh.

They throb with a hot twinge, a deliciously dark memory of everything he’s done to me.

Big bad wolf, indeed.

“He’s not going to eat me,” I say, my voice shaky. “And I know he won’t run. He’s way too proud for that.”

Janelle looks up from fussing with her hair and her flowers and steps closer to clasp my hand warmly.

“Then what are you so worried about, dear? You’re practically shaking.”

“I just…” I swallow. “I don’t want him to go through with this and regret anything.”

Janelle smiles reassuringly.

“Oh, I had a peek a few minutes ago,” she says with a smile. “He looks elated. I’ve never seen that boy so fired up since he came to Redhaven. Before you, his smiles were always missing a little something. I know what it is now.” Her thumb strokes my knuckles. “Talia, he was missing you. You’ve brought him back to life. I can’t see how he could ever regret that.”

Laughing, warmth spreads through my chest.

“God, I hope you’re right.”

“She is!” Delilah nudges me gently. “You aren’t the one getting cold feet, are you?”

“No way!” I promise. “I really want this. I’m just worried I’m going to trip or have an asthma attack. You all worked so hard, and I’m going to ruin the whole thing.”

“You are not.” Ophelia drapes her arms around my neck from behind, leaning into me, grinning at our reflections. That’s another thing I’m getting used to—having girlfriends who just want to hug and be close. It’s nice. “If you start losing your breath, I’ve got your inhaler on me.”

I stare at her reflection.

“Where? Your dress doesn’t have pockets.”

“No, but I’ve got plenty of cleavage.” She grins wickedly. “So don’t make me go fishing down my bra in front of the whole wedding party.”

I blink and then laugh, releasing the tension that’s been building up in one big rush of giggles. Janelle, Ophelia, and Delilah laugh too, until we’re just a mess and I’m in danger of ruining my makeup with the tears of laughter building up on my lashes.

But I needed that.

I needed this.

I needed them, these newfound friends who already mean so much.

Delilah playfully pinches my cheek.

“There we go,” she says. “You good now?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I grin.

Just then, there’s a polite knock at the door.

“Everyone decent in there?” Grandpa calls through.

Ophelia leans away.

“All good, Mr. Grey,” she calls back.

To my surprise, Janelle turns flustered, letting go of my hand to pat at her hair and dress with a soft sound. Her cheeks are pink.

They turn even pinker as my grandfather pushes the boathouse door open, peeking in with a proud smile.

He’s the sterling image of dapper in his tailored steel-grey suit.

“We’re ready when you are,” he says.

Delilah snaps her fingers. “That’s our cue! Let’s get out there and pave the way for the blushing bride.”

Suddenly, I’m buried in hugs. More affection than I know what to do with before the girls file out while Grandpa steps inside the cluttered room.

As he and Janelle pass by, there’s a lingering glance, an almost secret smile between them.

Did I miss something while I was so wrapped up in wedding planning?

But then it’s just me and Grandpa again, while everyone else bustles out to get the whole wedding procession started.

He just stands across the room, watching me.

Then he steps closer, clasping my hands and looking up at me with tears in his eyes and his face shining.

“If your parents could see you now,” he murmurs. “They’d be so proud. You’ve come so far, Tally-girl. You fought your way here.”

Oh God, I’m going to start crying.

Delilah will shit a brick after she worked so hard on my makeup.

I sniff, trying to hold it in. “Well, somebody raised me to be as stubborn as a mule.”

“Damn right. And I’d do it again. Being headstrong, that’s one of your best traits.” His eyes twinkle. “You really do get that from me.”

I laugh. “At least I didn’t get your arrogance.”

“It’s not arrogance if it’s truth, girl.” He grins. “Hope that man of yours is ready.”

“How’d he look?”

“Like a little boy on Christmas morning,” Grandpa reassures me. “You found yourself a good one, my darling. Hope he has the good sense to never let you go.”

Me too.

More than anything, I want Micah forever.

But the tenor of the music floating in from outside changes, dashing my thoughts.

It’s time.

My heart flips over.

Grandpa offers me his arm with wordless approval.

I slip my hand into the crook of his elbow and pick up my pretty little bouquet of white roses and lilac rosebuds.


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