Page 85 of Isla

“Stop, we need to talk.”

I wasn’t relenting and somehow I knew that me not being in heat, that I was safe. I spun to him.

“You wanted to ruin my life. You had no consideration for me. Fuck your father, and tell the world you love Rylan and be proud of the fact. Because I know something you don’t and never loved me.”

“I do...” he whispered, holding my arms as London revellers walked by us.

I sighed as I pushed away from him and strode to my apartment building. Pushing the key into the lock and opening the door, but quickly changing my mind and shutting it behind me.

I didn’t want to invite him inside because where Noah was concerned, the street was safer than being alone with him in my home.

I stood on the threshold as he gave me the puppy dog eyes that I stupidly thought were cute. But not this time. I held my palm to his face. “Stop. I disagree...” I paused as I swallowed back a sob I refused to give. “You don’t and never loved me. I know that because, first, you never told me, and second because I never felt it, not for one day. You used me because of your father, who doesn’t want you and Rylan ruining his political future.”

“Give me a chance. My father gave me an ultimatum: find a female omega to give him the doting family he knew would help his campaign. But I fell for you Isla, it’s real. I want you and Rylan.”

“Ultimatum?”

Noah nodded. “He’ll make my life hell. That’s why you have to marry me. I’ll give you anything you want. A house, children, money, jewellery.”

“But not you,” I whispered. “Rylan got you.”

“Isla.”

I shook my head. “No. Everything you offered me is everything I wanted and I nearly married you because I wanted a baby. But I knew it wasn’t enough and one day I hope I will have a baby, but it will not be to you.” Although I said the words, they weren’t with conviction.

He growled, his head low as he stared at me.

“What do I really smell like to you? Just be truthful with me,” I asked.

“You smell of coffee and caramel.”

“I don’t believe you,” I hissed. “Tell me what I smell of, because I know for a fact I do not scent match with you. I know how it feels.” My eyes closed. Imagining their scent, each complimenting the other, until I was salivating over them and how they smelled together.

“And how do you know what it feels like?” he asked.

“The same way you probably felt when you scent matched with Rylan, I am assuming you did,” I said. Scent matching only happened when a person was fated to another and I knew I wasn't fated to Noah.

He blinked hard.

“What do I really smell of to you?” I asked again.

“Cinnamon and jam,” he said, arching an eyebrow. “Quite an odd concoction.”

“Funny, my husband thinks I smell of chocolate.”

“Your husband,” he growled.

“Yes, he has such a delicious scent that I ran down the aisle to marry him, not run away from him as I did with you.”

“You fucking bitch!” Noah roared, reaching his hands out to grab me. “Did you let him fuck you? Are you pregnant?”

“I’m not pregnant,” I hissed.

“You’re getting it annulled. Nobody can prove you had sex with him,” Noah said, almost to himself as he stared into the distance.

“I’m not getting it annulled.”

Noah pushed his fingers through his hair. “What did I do to you?”

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