Olivia's POV
The wedding party lasted late into the night. We danced under the stars, and the children fell asleep. But even with the music and the laughter, I could feel the tension coming from the three men beside me. They were smiling for the guests, but their eyes were cold. They weren't thinking about the cake or the dancing. They were thinking about the blood on the grass.
When we finally made it back to our large bedroom, the silence was heavy.
Lennox paced back and forth near the window. His hands were clenched into fists. Levi sat on the edge of a chair, staring at the floor with a dark scowl. Louis was quiet, but I could see the way his jaw was tight with anger.
They weren't happy grooms. They were Alphas who felt like their home had been poked by a predator.
"Fifteen of them," Lennox growled, stopping his pacing. "Right in the middle of our vows. I need to go back down to the guard house. I need to tighten the security at the south border tonight."
