Forced Marriage to the Alpha

AMARA POV.My heart cried out in protest as I walked slowly down the white polished tiled floors, in a white gown that would have been any woman’s dream dress that hugged all the right places. Everyone's eyes were on me, and it made me very uncomfortable. Only my brother and a few friends came to see me through this day, even though I knew they didn’t approve. It made me feel a little bit better knowing that neither did I… especially as all of the other guests were eyeing me up and down as though I was worthy of whatever this was. I was never one for being the centre of attention or had I ever been one to worry about my looks, but Clarissa Milton had brought in her personal stylist to do my hair and make-up and she had insisted on having my dress custom made, no matter how much I protested against it. At least I managed to put my foot down when it came to my long black hair. I wanted a style that flowed easily around me and not pulled up into some kind of tight fashion bun that would

AMARA POV. I had to remind herself why I was doing all of this. I had to fight down the feelings that flowed through me when his warm lips touched the side of my temple, or the way his fingers held my hips. I was doing all of this for my brother, Alex, and Jared. Because Alex had done so much to look after me after our parents passed away. He deserved to have success in life. Milton House really was a beautiful place. On the outside it reminded Amara of a royal manor that was hidden away in secret, the trees surrounding it shielding it from the outside world with the many little houses that sat protected withing its protected circle. Finally, the party was over, and I was utterly exhausted. Emotionally and physically. My face hurt after all the forced smiles she had to put on. As soon as Ace and I re-entered the huge house of his, I kicked off my shoes and scooped them up with my one hand before turning to Ace. “Could you please show me to my room? I need to get this dress off," I

AMARA POV. When I came into the dining room, Mr and Mrs Milton were already sitting at the breakfast table. It was quite a long table that had space for about thirty more people, and I thought it weird that there were no one else that was seated. I was under the impression that others also lived inside the manor. “Ah, Amara. There you are.” Clarissa said and motioned for me to take a seat. I looked over the assorted items that were being service and I thought it to be a bit much. There was a little of something of everything. “Hope you slept well?” Clarissa asked and I nodded as I reached for a jug of juice and started to fill the glass in front of me. “Yes, thank you. The room is very beautiful.” I said and Clarissa looked satisfied with my answer, and she too poured herself some juice before looking towards the door that I just came through. "What is taking Ace so long?" Clarissa asked as she looked to her watch before ticking her fingers on the table. "Maybe he forgot about the

AMARA POV. I smiled as I looked out of the tainted car window at the busy street of our little town. It was almost closing time, and everyone was hurrying along to close up their stores and go home. We were close to the little flower shop that I worked at with Pete and I remembered that I still needed to have a little word with him. “Do you mind if we quickly made a stop at Flower Alley? I asked. Clarissa gave me a brief look before she nodded and ordered the driver to make the stop. “Thank you, I’ll be right back.” I said and got out. I nearly fainted when two people that she didn't want to see at the moment, walked out of the flower shop. My eyes moved to Jared's first, but he wouldn't look at. And Emily as always was quick to say something insulting and hurtful. "Look at who we have here. The new Mrs. Milton. My, my, Amara you certainly have settled into your new life quickly. I just never thought you were so shallow to marry for money," Emily said. I stared at my best friend in

AMARA POV. What the hell was going on? What were they talking about and what the fuck? Lena was actually Marlena, and she was Ace’s sister?! But… aunt Jenny was her mother and not Clarissa… could she be the result of a previous relationship, but that didn’t make sense as well unless… my head snapped up to the man beside me. He was looking in front of hi as we walked. He was looking pointedly at the woman down the hall that I considered a friend and it dawned on me. Lena was younger than Ace so that meant… “Your father had an affair, didn’t he?” I asked and his head snapped to mine before he quickly looked away. “Yes.” Was all he said, and I felt the bitterness in his voice. That was why Clarissa didn’t look at all happy to see her. “Was it her that phoned you earlier?” He asked but didn’t look at me. I felt him tighten his grip on my hand and realised that I haven’t removed my fingers from his, but for some reason I didn’t want to. “Yes, it was, but I missed the call. I guess I took