Chapter 85

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 noticed some of the ladies staring at him. Well, he was off the market and unapologetically mine. His hand was still resting on mine, his thumb tracing lazy circles over my skin. I doubted he even realized he was doing it. But I did. And that small gesture sent warmth spiraling through me, calming the butterflies that had been fluttering in my stomach since I walked down the aisle. I’d never imagined myself as the type to get swept up in the idea of being someone’s wife. But with Wolfe, it was different. It wasn’t about losing