Page 8 of Isla

Isla

LastnightwhenI met my family for dinner, my sisters knew something was wrong, but my parents were oblivious. But all they wanted was for one of their omega daughters to be married to a successful alpha because my father hated the idea of packs.

It was the reason I fell out with my parents a long time ago, or maybe it was the moment I walked away from acceptance into the Omega College and took a job in the restaurant where I worked all the hours I could to live an independent life. Now I was a restaurant manager, not that my family thought I’d done well. Another reason it took me a long time to speak to my parents again, but sometimes I wondered why I bothered.

It was plain to everyone that if I was to marry someone not as successful as Noah, that my relationship with my parents would still be fraught. And it was still fraught—at least in my eyes, it was.

That was the reason I chose not to tell my parents about Noah, the reason I sat with a white fluffy dressing gown on as my make-up and hair were prettied up as per my future husband’s requirements.

He planned everything as he wanted it.

“Pin it up,” I said as the hairdresser sprayed my hair with hairspray. “In a low, messy bun.”

“I was told you wanted it down and wavy.” The hairdresser stared into the mirror at me.

“You were told what my fiance wanted, not me.”

Carmel the hairdresser had a low scent and was very tall, which made me think she was a beta.

“I don’t want to...” she whispered. Her meekness surprised me.

“I’ll do it,” I said, taking my hair and wrapping it around my fingers until it was in a messy ball. Opening hairgrips with my teeth and sticking them into my hair. I pulled out two tendrils to frame my face before shaking my head to make sure it was tight.

“He won’t pay me,” she whispered. Tears glazed her eyes.

I plunged my hand into my bag. Took out my mobile and opened my payment app. “I’ll pay you.” With his money.

Not that I told her that.

“Thank you.” She opened her app, and I forwarded her account five hundred pounds. “That’s too much.”

“I paid you extra for the hairgrips and a tip, Carmel,” I said and smiled.

She laughed. “If you’re sure.”

“I am.” I stood and glanced out into the garden. The white seats were filling and the three-piece band was playing mellow tunes.

“I’ll wait for you to put your dress on,” Carmel said as I walked into the bedroom. “In case you mess your hair.”

“Okay.” I glanced at my suitcase in the corner. Inside, it was full to the brim with new and beautiful outfits, sexy lingerie, and several sex toys.

I was going to need them.

I jumped at the knock on the bedroom door, and my sisters, Luna and Freya, walked in, already dressed in their navy bridesmaid dresses.

“He just arrived in a Porsche with his best man,” Freya said, a large grin on her face. “You are a lucky bitch, finding Noah. Not only is he gorgeous, but he is rich.”

She continued. “That’s why I’m going to Omega College. Dad told me rich alphas go there to find their brides.”

“Or you could find your own. You’re an omega, not Cinderella, waiting for your prince charming to find you. Believe me, I thought that was the case once upon a time.”

“You got your Prince Charming though,” Luna said, staring out of the window. “Look how handsome and tall he is.”

I wandered to the window, shrugging the spaghetti thin straps of my dress onto my shoulders and zipping up the tiny zip at my bum.

“That dress is gorgeous,” Luna said as I strolled to the mirror to check on the dress. “Good job it’s not white.” She winked.

The ivory dress only covered my breasts at the front and the thin straps went down my back and to my waist, showing off my entire back.

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