Page 88 of Isla

I didn’t want to tell him, but I fell in love with him when he brought me lunch at my cabana and getting married to him was a bit of a dream. At first, it was to make sure Noah couldn’t force me into a marriage I didn’t want, then I hoped we could be more.

“I need you to come back with me to Vegas.” His low voice caressed my skin, like velvet brushing over it. “We’ve missed you. We need you.”

“I can’t,” I said. “It’s easier to be here. The bond pull hurts here, but I can live with it.”

“You don’t have to live with it.”

“Harrison, he tried to trick me. No, he conned me and...”

“He didn’t. We know what happened. Paula Ernesto called King to tell him he was a bastard for trying to do that to you. Only this week was King well enough to call her back and he told her he was very sorry for everything in the past with her. But now he knew what it was like to truly scent the perfume of your mate. He wanted it with Paula, and he believed it.”

My heart clenched, knowing King loved someone as much as he did before me.

“Where are King and Finn?”

“They wanted to come, but I didn’t want you feeling overwhelmed by three alpha scents. Your three alphas. I need you to understand they are yours. We are yours.”

For a moment, I was desperate for him, craving his arms around me. But then the doubts crept in and Paula’s words came flooding back. I didn’t know if this was a trick again.

I thought Noah was my worst nightmare trying to marry me under the pretence of something else, but as much as I missed all three alphas, missed their touch, their scent—them. I couldn’t go through it again.

After shaking my head, I walked to the sofa and took a seat. “How do you know he didn’t trick me?”

He nodded to the bags on my lap. “Because you are walking around with those like they are your lifeline. Open the first bag I gave you and tell me what the scent is.”

“It’s berries, strawberries predominantly,” I whispered.

Harrison laughed and took a piece of paper out of his back pocket. He strolled to me, handing over the sheet. “This one is mine.”

I opened up the page to see it was from the Omega Resort. Addressed to Harrison Weston. I read the notes. He only gave over one number and one scent. Mine. Number seven—chocolate.

I gasped and nodded as he handed me Finn’s. Number seven—cookies.

Tears slid down my cheeks as he handed me the last piece of paper. My heart was beating so loudly that Harrison could hear it. I opened up the paper. Isla number seven—strawberries with a smattering of blueberries and raspberries.

I laughed at the description.

“King always was specific, but you didn’t tell him,” Harrison said, taking a seat next to me and taking my hand. “Obviously, the resort wouldn’t give us your details or what scents you had given, but we don’t need them, Isla. Just tell me we’re your alphas, we are your pack, and I’ll take you home.”

I hesitated.

“Please, I love you,” he said. My heart clenched as he said the words. “I’ve told no one I loved them before, but...” He blew out a breath. “I fucking love you and I should’ve told you that the moment I knew, but I was so concerned with the pack that I didn’t. But for the first time in my life, work, the pack isn’t number one and... and... I just missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you too,” I whispered, still in shock.

His scent was warming my lips, making them heavy with want. My eyes closed, trying to take in his words. Our mouths were a few inches away from touching. “I need my alphas,” I whispered.

“Thank fuck for that,” he groaned softly beside me. His large hands slid behind my head, holding me as he sealed my mouth firmly against his. My lips parted, waiting, and his tongue slipped inside, demanding mine, consuming my small cries of surrender.

Breaking away, we both gasped.

“I’ve called Finn and King and they’ll be here by morning,” he said as his hands moved from my neck down, pausing at my breasts. My nipples tightened as his thumbs circled around them. His touch was so good it felt like it was against my bare skin. Dropping my head back, I moaned, and he dipped down and took my mouth again.

I almost begged for him to take me, desperate to feel him inside me again, to knot me. But he stopped and his hand pulled at my blouse, uncovering King’s slowly healing scar on my shoulder.

He growled and lowered, lapping his tongue over another alpha’s scar, and I felt my insides breaking.

“Oh, god,” I gasped as his mouth lovingly lapped away the aches in my shoulder.

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