Page 16 of Isla

“Nope, I want to be alone,” I replied instantly, still looking at the menu for a sweet treat.

My nose twitched, and a growl released from my mouth. I sounded feral. “There are definitely cookies on this menu... I can smell them,” I said with a pout.

Suddenly there was a man opposite me, looking weird as he grinned like he had a serious case of worms tickling his arse.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“What food are you looking for?” he answered my question with one of his own.

“Something sweet that will soak up all the alcohol I’m going to consume. Preferably chocolate chip cookies.”

“That’s not food,” he said as I stared at his too handsome stubble covered face, his luscious inky black hair and bright blue eyes that were a similar colour to my own.

An alpha... maybe I could ride his dick. Our kid would be so cute.

No, Isla. You’re saving yourself for Omega Island. No strings attached. Just lots of sex with alphas or one really horny one.

My eyes locked onto his again before I squeezed them shut, shaking away the mental image I had of riding on his cock. I was so close to my heat; I needed sex, but I didn’t know if it was a good idea to take a chance of it starting here in Vegas, when I could have so much fun at the resort.

But first.

“I’m looking for chocolate chip cookies or just one very large slice of chocolate cake. Not a dance or anything else, so leave me alone. I’ve had the worst day ever and I’m going to finish it by getting drunk and stuffed with chocolate and then wake up tomorrow with a happier outlook,” I said and paused, swiping my hand over my sweaty forehead. I really should have taken a shower. “But today I am a grumpy fuck. So please excuse me.”

I put my face back on the menu.

“You’re an omega and you’re alone. It’s not safe for you to be wandering the Vegas strip smelling like...” he said and paused.

I could feel his eyes burning into my face, and slowly I lifted my gaze to meet his. “I smell like an omega, and I’m sure I’ll blend in with the other omegas,” I said, lowering my eyes back to the menu to not stare at him.

“But the difference is you’re not on suppressants,” he said, pursing his lips.

After placing the menu on the table, I pointed to the dress, flicking my finger up and down my body. “Because tonight was supposed to be my wedding night.”

He raised his eyes, getting the picture.

My mobile pinged again. I ignored it, knowing who it was.

“Your cell,” he said.

“I heard,” I growled.

He shook his head and blew out a long breath.

“Please feel free to leave. The seat wasn’t free because I want to be alone. And I’m sorry because...” I hesitated as I stared at him.

You are hot, and I could certainly shag you.

Stop those thoughts, Isla.

I shook my head, knocking some sense back into my brain. “Believe it or not, I’m normally a really nice person. In fact, I’m probably too fucking nice and that’s why people take advantage of me. But. Not. Any. More. From tomorrow I’m waking up a new person.” I stopped to hiccup, taking in too much air as I ranted. I slammed my hand over my mouth, before removing it and sticking my finger in the air. “But first I need chocolate... or biscuits... I mean cookies.”

I knew he was an alpha. He was too fucking grumpy to be anything else.

“Do you need to take your suppressants again?” he asked.

I laughed. “No, I enjoy being an omega. I’m not hiding from alphas any more. If you don’t like it, go away.”

“Are you always like this?” he said, staring at me for a moment.

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