Makenna’s POV.

Mrs. Wilder.

It had a nice ring to it.

I glanced down at the wedding band on my finger, the cool metal a constant reminder that this was real. I was married. To Wolfe. The Wolfe Wilder, my best friend, my anchor, my everything. And now, I was Mrs. Wilder. I liked how that sounded. It felt… right.

I stole a glance at Wolfe, who was busy trying to keep a neutral face as someone complimented him on our wedding. He looked so sexy in his tux and I ...