Page 109 of The Omega

“We better get going, then.” The guests all stood to leave, giving us pats of encouragement as they went. Most shocking of all was when Jeannette stopped in front of us.

“Don’t mess this up for our Luna,” she told Atlas, kissing his cheek. And then she turned to me with tears in her eyes and planted a kiss on my cheek too. “Don’t you mess up either.”

“Did she just…” I stared after her, stunned as Ava and Mattock helped the old dam outside.

“That was about as good an apology as you’re going to get.” Atlas chuckled.

Right.

I blew out a deep breath. “You ready for this?”

“Not at all.” He yanked at his neck.

“Stop messing with that tie,” I growled.

“We need you out here.” The production team opened the outside doors, letting a rush of fresh air and sunlight into the dusty room.

My wolf flexed his muscles as he prepared for the grandest event of our life. It’s showtime.

39

Opal

It’s time! It’s time! It’s finally time!

Calm down or you’re going to make me trip over my own feet. I laughed to myself as I twirled in front of the mirror, inspecting every inch of the heart-cut corset top and fairy-tale inspired massive tulle skirt that made me look like a real princess.

“You’re gorgeous,” the female voices gushed from behind me.

“So are all of you,” I said, overwhelmed and not sure where to look in the mirror to take in them all. Aspen was here, wearing a designer gown that seemed cut specifically just for her.

“Goddess, I can’t wait to have my waist back,” Fallon grumbled as she rubbed her swollen pregnant belly under the stretchy black maternity dress.

“You’d never be able to pull off this look.” Clara was a vision in pink, daintier than I’d thought she could ever be.

My gaze danced between their reflections, seeing all the shining love on their faces and feeling their happiness for me, and I tried not to cry.

“No!” Jesse snapped his fingers in front of my face, shocking my eyes dry as he dusted some glitter on my cheeks. He took a step back to admire his handiwork. “Magic. I’m the greatest stylist in the entire world and you are my masterpiece.”

“Thought you said that about me,” Aspen mumbled.

“You’re so last season.” Jesse waved her off.

“She looks gorgeous.” Penelope stepped through the group. The tears in her eyes threatened to make me cry all over again, but I was scared of Jesse.

“At least the show is going to get their money’s worth,” I teased, trying to downplay the situation and slow the anxious pacing of my wolf.

Ha. Fat chance. I’m going to be like this until the honeymoon.

“That show went to shit after you left,” Cindy said as she ended whatever business call she’d stepped outside to make. I still hadn’t told her Atlas’s size, but she seemed more preoccupied—and happier—with other things now. “I’m surprised they’re still on air.”

“Ken held it all together.” Jesse shrugged with one shoulder.

We all watched him, suspicious of his seemingly kind words.

“What’s the deal with Ken anyway?” Clara asked.

“Beats me.” Jesse busied himself with gathering his makeup supplies. “I was just supposed to watch him and make sure the show stays clean. I fulfilled my end of the bargain.”