Page 41 of Omega's Pretend Mate
“So have you decided on an asking price?” Ivy asked. “I wouldn't mind taking this place off your hands once you move into Christian’s place, since you won’t need two houses in Harris Cove. We’ve been looking for a fixer-upper out here.”
A fixer-upper? Bitch!
Mama glanced at Ivy, confused, and I was glad she was there as she kept me from throttling my cousin.
I put on the fakest smile I could, and with a voice as sweet as saccharin said, “Oh, we’re not selling. Christian has already moved in with me since he was renting.”
I then leaned in and lowered my voice. “You’renevergetting this house Ivy. Never. I’d sell it at a loss before I’d let you have it.”
Was it vindictive and poking the bear? Absolutely. But it felt so good too. Everything that had led up to my wedding was because of her greed.
She stormed out of my bedroom.
“What was that about?” mama asked.
“You know Ivy,” I replied, and mama sighed.
“I really wish that Evelyn had reined her in as a child. I suppose it’s too late for that now though.”
Mama then stood and walked over to smooth her hands down my lapels. “I’m so proud of you.”
I smiled at her.
“Ready?”
I nodded. “Ready.”
Mama looped her arm in mine and we walked down to the living room, where all the kids under ten had been assembled as a mass of flower girls and ring bearers, while the older children helped as ushers.
Mama kissed my cheek, then released me so that one of Josh’s children could escort her to her seat once the procession started.
Aunt Evelyn cast me a glance as she clapped to get the children’s attention, but gave them last minute instructions as father and grandfather came in.
Grandfather had tears in his eyes, and father beamed with pride as they each embraced me. Then we followed the children out onto the patio.
The string quartet started the song for the processional, and for once I was thankful for Evelyn’s micromanaging as she gave directions. Christian’s mom and papa were escorted to their places, followed by mama. Then Evelyn sent the children out, youngest first, in pairs.
Finally the song changed to ‘Here Comes the Omega,’ and it was my turn. Father and Grandfather each took an arm as we walked down the stairs from my patio to the beach.
Butterflies exploded in my stomach. This was really happening.
I might only get a year with my alpha, but I’d have the memories of that year for the rest of my life.
We turned the corner around the guests, and I finally got a good look at him. He was stunning, and all I could focus on was him.
I loved Christian Jeffries.
We paused at the start of the aisle while the last of the children dispersed to their parents. Then we were moving.
I felt like I was floating down the aisle when Christian smiled at me, and I knew I’d never be happier than in that moment.
I barely heard the officiant ask who was presenting me to my alpha before I stepped up to take Christian’s hand.
The officiant talked about love, and family, and the sacred bonds between alpha and omega.
There was a commotion in the audience, and it caught my attention, but seemed to settle.
I met Christian’s gaze, I would treasure every second of our time together.
