Page 31 of Isla

Harrison

Asthecarpassed the buzz of the Vegas nightlife, I cradled my arm around Isla. I knew she was feeling nervous at what we were going to do, but she cuddled close to me as I gently purred to calm her, not that it stopped her from staring out of the window for most of the time.

When the car pulled up outside of a building that read White Chapel in flashing neon lights, we both stared at the building, I turned and Isla gulped.

“We’re here,” I said, when I realised she was stuck to the spot. Taking her hand, I smiled, giving her a little encouragement.

“Are you sure this will work?” she asked.

“It’s perfect. You get to be married to an alpha and Noah can’t marry you,” I said encouragingly.

For me, it was the perfect solution.

“But you will send the divorce papers to me when I ask you.”

I narrowed my eyes at that. I knew exactly what she was saying.

Isla blew out a breath and wiped her hand over her forehead, but given we were close to the desert, and she was from England, the balmy weather would contribute to her glistening skin—or was she close to coming into her heat?

The driver opened the door and Isla left the car first. She stood, crossing her arms over her chest as she rubbed at the goosebumps that had popped on her skin. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes, which looked bluer in the neon light, vulnerable, nervous, unsure, not as confident as she first appeared.

Strangely, I didn’t feel the same. I was getting closer to getting what I wanted. An omega for our pack. But when should I tell her I wasn’t a lone alpha, that there were three alphas for her?

Later.

Ahead of us a newlywed couple exited the chapel, stumbling and roaring with laughter. I took Isla’s hand and squeezed it, taking her out of her stare, and gently guided her along with me as we headed for the chapel.

I opened the door, and she hesitated one more time. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

I nodded. “It’s just a fake wedding, Isla.”

She sighed. “Just for the certificate,” she said, and I knew she was clarifying this ended here.

I nodded, not that I agreed, but it was easier than telling her my secret.

“Welcome to the White Chapel,” a woman behind the glass greeted us with a big, wide smile when we finally stepped inside the chapel. I glanced at her name badge, Gloria. “Do you have an appointment?”

I nodded.

“Wonderful, and have you brought your license?” Gloria asked.

“Yes,” I said. Isla stared at me. I already filled in the details of the application after we had chatted at the pool. I took the document out of the envelope in my hand while Isla looked around the room and saw two couples who were now waiting behind us.

“Flowers,” Gloria asked, pointing at an assortment of bouquets behind the counter. I turned to Isla, and she shook her head. “Ah, you just want the quickie version,” Gloria chuckled.

Isla’s body locked, and she looked like she was about to bolt. I touched her lower back to ease her tension and felt the shiver as it shot through her spine.

“The mixed bouquet,” I said. The least I could do was soften it with flowers, but it was like Isla wanted this over quick. Or run as fast as she could.

“Do you have rings?” Gloria asked.

“Yes,” I said.

Isla spun and stared at me. “You have rings?”

“Of course, I’ve always had these rings planned out.” I held my hand open and showed her a black velvet box. She opened it to see a delicate band of platinum plaited with three thin strands of gold. Depicting her and her three alphas.

Each alpha had matching rings and were ready to wear them that day.

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