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I let him coerce me into this marriage, when he hadn’t even told me he loved me. Taking me to Paris wasn’t as romantic as it should have been—there was a business meeting tacked on the end of the trip.

I left alone, and he stayed behind—probably met up with his lover.

Why did he stay back?

Tears fell again, but I was so over crying.

“Don’t cry, Isla,” Tilly whispered. “Why don’t you stay here tonight? It’ll give you time to think.”

“I have a suite booked at the hotel and I’m meeting my parents tonight.”

“You’re still getting married?” Tilly asked.

“I don’t know... what if I’m wrong about it all? Maybe his friend did use the name babe as a term of endearment. Maybe he was being sarcastic about Noah being a grump.”

Does he loves me too?

I chewed my lip and swallowed back a lump. Could I marry him? I was due on my heat and this way I got what I wanted, even if it wasn’t a husband.

Could I make do with an alpha I didn’t really love, an alpha that may have a male lover?

“I wonder why he didn’t tell me about him,” I said after a moment of consideration. “He knows you have a pack and that I think it’s great. So why not introduce me to the guy and the three of us might have gelled?”

“I don’t know, Isla.” Tilly’s sigh was loud. “You’ll have to ask him, but you need to speak to him before tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” I said, unconvincingly, turning my wrist and checking the time. “My car will be here soon. The joy, first dinner with my parents and tomorrow... who knows what will happen after tomorrow?”

“You don’t have to get married, not if you don’t think he is the right one. He may be an alpha, but he’ll get over it,” Tilly said.

A voice cleared at the French doors, and I turned to see Jackson. He was holding Georgia in his arms and my ovaries were popping with a need to have the same.

“Your car is here,” Jackson said.

Tilly pulled me to her and gave me an enormous hug. “This is your life, Isla. Being an omega doesn’t mean you don’t take charge of your future.”

After saying my goodbyes, I hopped into the back of the car, wondering if being with Noah and having a secure life would be sufficient as long as I had a child. Would he want more from me if I were the mother of his children?

My mobile rang as the car reached the end of Tilly’s driveway.

“Missing me already?” I said with a laugh to Tilly.

“Always, but speak to me later, after seven, when the children are in bed,” she said. “You need to have a serious think about your future.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll speak to you once my parents have left,” I groaned.

The journey to the hotel took only ten minutes and after paying my cab fare, I got out of the car and waited for my suitcase.

The driver handed me my luggage, pulling up the handle, and stared for a moment. “Here’s my card with my number.” He paused and turned around, then quickly spun back to me. “You know in your heart if it’s wrong. It doesn’t matter if you’re an omega and he is an alpha. If it feels wrong, it normally is.”

We locked our gazes on each other before I nodded and chewed on my lip. “Thanks.”

I checked into the honeymoon suite in the hotel and sighed as I glanced at my wedding dress in the wardrobe. The living room was gorgeous, lavish, with pale creams and gold furniture gracing the room and matched the bedroom attached. Noah picked the hotel. He picked everything—almost.

Our honeymoon was a bone of contention. He wanted Las Vegas, and I wanted the Bahamas. We finally agreed on a week in Las Vegas, but we were flying to the Bahamas for a couple of days of relaxation in the sun, with white beaches and blue seas.

As I recalled, he wasn’t happy about that, not that I relented regardless of his ranting. It was my honeymoon too, and Las Vegas was the last place I wanted to spend it.

I glanced again at Noah’s message and decided to reply.

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