ILYANA’S POV
By the time Misha and Tina were done with me, I had transformed from an omega to someone even I couldn’t recognize in the mirror. The white dress we finally picked clung to every inch of my skin and flowed down in soft waves.
My face was lightly glammed, and my curly hair was pinned into a messy bun, with two strands left loose.
“The alpha king is waiting. Let’s go,” Misha said as we stepped out of the store.
Every step I took outside made my heart race faster, my mind swirling with thoughts of what the alpha king would think of me in this dress. I looked beautiful—too beautiful, even—and a part of me wanted him to see and notice it.
The sun had already set when we stepped outside, and I saw him immediately.
He stood beside the car, dressed in a simple suit, his face col
