Page 83 of Small Town Shy Omega
More like Bridezilla, I thought bitterly as I hung in a back pew with my Alphas.
Organ music filled the wedding chapel, flowers and Pachelbel in the air. The last thing I wanted to do today was attend my stepsister Jasmine’s wedding, but what was I gonna do? Cancel?
Absolutely not,I muttered, watching the flower girls sprinkle fresh petals over the chapel’s light-pink carpet.
Stained glass windows let in tinted sunlight, and the vase I created in my old she-shed/studio shone like a diamond on the altar.
“I can’t believe Jasmine’s using my wedding candlesticks before me,” I whispered to Blake, and he swatted my thigh.
“Hush, Layla. Support your evil stepsister.”
“Evil is putting it lightly,” I said. “She’s always been terrible to me, and she’s spent the last six months rubbing this wedding in my face.”
Dreydon shot me a look. “If you’re going to trash-talk your stepsister’s wedding… while at her actual wedding… keep your voice down.”
“I don’t see why I even have to be here,” I huffed. “She told me I couldn’t be a bridesmaid at the last minute, right after she found out I wasn’t sad and single anymore. Her poodle Charlie’s still a bridesmaid. She picked her dog over me.”
“How can a boy poodle be a bridesmaid?”
“How do you know Charlie’s a boy?” I wondered.
“The name?” Josh guessed.
“Oh, there are no girl Charlie’s? You asked my stepsister’s poodle what her gender identity was?”
“I just…” Josh looked up at the altar.
Charlie, the poodle donningmyfrilly pink bridesmaid dress, was humming the groom’s leg.
“Bleh,” Josh muttered, turning back to me. “Definitely a boy poodle.”
“Oh, and girls can’t hump legs?” I laughed, sick of all these stereotypes. “Come on, man…”
“Whose side are you even on?” Blake joked.
My eyes went back up to the altar, and I grinned.
“Charlie’s,” I said.
Jasmine was doing that thing where she clenched her fists to stave off a conniption fit. Most times she was successful, or she wound up take her pissy mood out on me.
Today?
This was my stepsister’s wedding day. She couldn’t bark at her whipping post, i.e. me, and she had no way to let the rage out.
“Bridezilla,” I huffed, nudging Dreydon.
“I wouldn’t want to be her pack,” Dreydon agreed.
Jasmine’s Alphas were all confused, quiet, and trying not to look at their Omega. One Alpha was trying to get Charlie off him, while the officiant tried his best to focus on the eulogy.
Okay, eulogy is the wrong word—but in this case, this wedding speech or whatever it was called might as well have been a funeral eulogy.
This was a tragic, tragic day in this pack’s life.
“I think we made a mistake,” one pack Alpha suddenly whispered to another.
“Is it too late to call this thing off?” the other Alpha gossiped.
