Only Omega - Book 1. (Complete)

Chapter Seven.

Rachel's P.O.V.

When I woke up the next morning Vicky and Bridget were already banging my bedroom door down.

“Rachel we know you’re in there so open up already!” Bridget yelled on the other side of the door. I groaned and tried blocking them out with a pillow.

“Rachel it’s eight thirty and Bridget hasn’t had her neutella yet!” it was Vicky that time and instantly I shot upright in bed. Bridget had been having odd cravings one of which was neutella and if she didn’t get what she wanted she’d go on a rampage.

“I swear to our Alpha if you don’t open this door right now Rachel I’ll-.” I nearly jumped out of bed making a bee line for the door.

“Coming, I’m coming!” I said and flung the door open to find Bridget standing there with a pregnant lady glare aimed towards the door. Vicky had taken a few steps back down the hall so I shot her a look.

“What? You want to deal with that?” Vicky asked when she noticed my furrowed brows and motioned towards Bridget who was still glaring at the door.

“Good point” I nodded and stepped to the side motioning them in. Bridget snapped out of it but still growled at me when she stormed into my room with Vicky following behind.

“So what’s with the early morning wakeup call?” I asked the two of them while closing my door and running a hand through my messy bed hair.

“It’s Saturday” Vicky stated matter-of-factly as Bridget started going through my makeup and accessories grumbling on about how I had nothing that worked with the dress “And?” I still wasn’t getting it.

Vicky shot me an annoyed look jabbing her thumb in Bridget’s direction “And miss hopeless romantic over there didn’t get any sleep last night since she was too busy planning your wedding”

We both looked at Bridget who was now digging through my closet for the perfect shoes for me to wear.

“Uh she does know there isn’t going to be a wedding, right?” I asked focusing back on Vicky who obviously was hipped up on caffeine.

“That’s what I kept telling her but every time I would she’d say-.” Vicky tried to explain but Bridget cut her off by chucking a pair of stilettos at her “Let me dream!” she yelled like some crazy caged animal then went back to shoe searching like nothing happened.

Vicky had luckily managed to dodge the shoes and looked like a tired mother “Yeah that”

I glanced at Bridget who was talking to a pair of shoes then back at Vicky “Okay so she’s clearly lost her mind”

Vicky gave me a ‘you think’ look and went over to plop down in one of my bean bags with a magazine in hand.

“I hear pregnancy does that to a person” with that she was engrossed in Johnny Depp while Bridget came out of my closet stuffing a pair of black and silver platform heels into my arms saying “These are perfect, Tristan will love you in them”

I wanted to remind her that I wasn’t trying to look good for Tristan or that the engagement thing wasn’t real but I stayed quite not wanting things being chucked at my head so I opted for “You know there’s still, what like I don’t know, ten hours left before the party, right?” instead.

Bridget wasn’t even paying attention as she looked around trying to find my dress “Where’s the dress?” was all Bridget could say sticking her head out of my closet to look at me with big almost obsessed and tired eyes. I sighed.