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Isla

Istoppedwrappingthe present I bought for Tilly’s newborn baby, holding the tiny outfit in the air and smiling, imagining my baby. A tiny bundle of gorgeousness that I would cherish and protect like no other.

That was all I wanted now—a baby.

It was a shame I had to marry Noah to get it but I was an omega and resigned myself to know I wouldn't get everything I wanted. Because as well as a baby, what I really wanted was what Tilly had.

I wanted a pack. I wanted to feel protected and loved by my alphas, but somehow that path didn’t happen for me.

All I had was one lone alpha, but did I have that?

My head was still in turmoil as I went over everything, the way he looked at me, spoke to me, spoke to Rylan.

When I thought of our relationship, I wasn’t even sure how we got to this point where we were getting married. It was a whirlwind going from dating to a wedding so quickly that I wasn’t sure when it started. It was supposed to be a casual affair, but talk of babies came up often and soon he whisked me to Paris, where he proposed to me and then he timed the wedding for my next heat.

Noah even asked my father for his permission, which irked me. I hated omegas had little say on the matter, but it was fine. I soon got over it when he presented me with an enormous diamond ring.

Sometimes I could be fickle.

Noah was rich and successful, but he was also stubborn in his ways. I didn’t need to get married to have a baby, but he wanted me in heat and wanted to claim me on our wedding night, telling me that would increase my chances of getting pregnant the first time.

Of course, I agreed.

That happened to Tilly, not the wedding night, but getting pregnant the night her alpha claimed her. I didn’t understand it. I’d be in heat during the honeymoon, regardless. But no, he insisted, and me being an omega and no longer taking suppressants, accepted his idea.

For our honeymoon, Noah booked a hotel in Las Vegas for one whole week, in case my heat came late. Vegas was a bone of contention because I wanted to feel the romance of a beach honeymoon, not hearing screeches from people winning on the slot machines.

What was I doing? Was this enough?

I sighed and my heart clenched as I inhaled the newborn outfit. There was no baby smell, but I hoped there would be in less than one year when I was holding my baby against my chest as I inhaled their baby smell.

I neatly folded the outfit and picked up the booties and smiled. Placing them with everything else and folding over the silver paper and finishing the final parcel with a pretty pink bow.

I plunged my head in my hands and groaned because marrying Noah was no longer what I wanted, but it was the way I got exactly what I needed—a baby.

For that, I couldn’t wait.

Later that day, I turned up at Tilly’s home. Noah sent me a car with a driver to make sure I got safely to the wedding venue and I choose to use it for this detour. Then sent his driver away and booked an Uber for later.

I rapped my knuckles across Tilly’s front door. There was a sound of footsteps before the large charcoal coloured door opened wide.

“Hi, come in,” Cruz said.

“Hi Cruz.” I didn’t lean in for a hug. Tilly was my friend, but she was very protective of her alphas and I didn’t want to lose her as a friend.

“Nice to see you Isla, come through,” Cruz said, checking the outside of the house before he strolled away.

“Isla,” Tilly said, walking up the hallway of her home, her arms opened wide to pull me in for a hug. She looked behind me. “No Noah?”

“He had to work. He’s got a lot to finish before the wedding and honeymoon,” I said.

My future husband ran a financial company, helping new start-up businesses. He was outstanding at what he did and made millions from his ventures.

And made millions more for the people he supported.

I was supposed to have a good life with him.

You will.

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