Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame-Chapter 59: Son of a .....

A pair of thigh high white leather boots lay in all its glory before her, causing her eyes to water a bit.

She really couldn’t believe it, at all. It looked so pristine and pretty, she couldn’t dare feel it.

It’s heels we’re perfectly formed and shaped, just the way she liked them. Just the way she wanted them.

She’d wanted one of them from the very first day she’d set her eyes on them. Honestly, to her it was just a fantasy. Plain old fantasy.

Not just because she knew she wasn’t going to be be able to afford it, but because she didn’t think she had anywhere to wear them to.

But now, she didn’t just own one, she had somewhere to wear it to. It made her feel very mushy on the inside.

’Thank you, Theo ’ She muttered in her head, staring dreamily at her boots.

’Atleast, he did one thing well.’ Maria chimed, her eyes on the boots as well.

’Yeah, he did .’ Beth said, her eyes still on the shoes as she smiled brightly.

Deciding it was time she dressed up, she stood up from the bed, taking the skirt with her. She placed the small skirt over her waist, trying to imagine what it was going to look like and how it was going to fit.

Hoping she wasn’t about to look horrible, she slipped it on, and to her greatest surprise, it fit perfectly. She admired the way it sat, hugging her petite waist perfectly , before spreading just above her hip, stopping a few inches below her ass.

Blushing at the fitting, she made a quick mental note to not bend at all as soon as she stepped out.

She picked up the top, spreading it before her, her mind trying its possible best to curate different ways she could style it with the skirt, but when she realized, she wasn’t going anywhere with her designs, she decided to put it on like that.

He chose the dress, he should have some style in mind.

She put on the large shirt, gasping when she realized that it had almost covered the skirt completely.

"Oh, this boy." She muttered, trying to adjust the top alittle, hoping it didn’t actually look as horrible as it did to her.

Groaning, she folded the sides abit, tucking them into the waistband of the skirt, so it didn’t have to look too long on her.

When she was done, she walked back to his closet, applying a bit of his hair products on her hair, brushing it down to the tips. Dividing it, she packed the upper part, leaving the lower part to fall freely on her back. She let some bangs out to frame her face, using her fingers to curl it a bit, before going to check it out in the mirror.

She couldn’t help but blush upon seeing how good she looked. She didn’t need the boots to know that his outfit choice was indeed perfect. No wonder he presented them in boxes.

Satisfied with her look, she decided to finally top it up. She took steady steps to where the huge box lay, rubbing her palms together, a wide grin on her face.

Blowing on her both palms, she finally picked the boots, taking them out of the box. Pushing it to the side, she sat on the bed, laying her cherished boots on her thigh, running her hand across the leather, her eyes dreamy.

The sound of her phone ringing pulled her harshly out of her groove, a very deep frown etching on her face.

Seeing it was Theo calling, she wanted to ignore but then it dawned on her that she might have spent more time than necessary.

Ending the call, she shot him a text saying she was gonna to be out in five minutes, before flinging the phone on the bed.

Sighing, she patted her boots for the last time, deciding to put away dramatics.

She slipped them on as quickly and gently as she could muster, zipping them up. Taking a deep breath, she got ready to take her very first step in heels.

She stood up from the bed, taking deep breaths in an attempt to keep her breaths from becoming erratic.

When she’d finally stood properly, she inhaled before taking a first step then waiting to see if there were going to be any problems.

Upon getting none, she took another step and another. She moved with baby steps to the mirror. When she finally got there, she couldn’t help but let her arm lean on the wall, holding her weight while she calmed down.

"That was good. But I’m gonna need more practice before stepping out there." She muttered to herself taking a deep breath.

Sighing, she withdrew her arm from the wall, letting it fall to her side as she stood erect before the mirror. Her eyes trailed from her boots to her face, a small smile appearing when she realized how good she looked.

She stared at her appearance for a few seconds, noticing the small changes that had not been there when she was still unmated, a lump forming in her throat.

Swallowing the lump, she blinked back the tears that were beginning to form in her lids, using her hand to wipe a rogue one.

Grinning to herself, she walked surprisingly steady to the bed, pulling the last box to herself, pulling the ribbons open at once.

While she untied the ribbon, she wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but she was sure the things that say on the box before her were definitely not in the list.

Inside the box sat a black velvet suede box that was already opened and had a silver bracelet sitting on a cushion inside it. And beside the velvet box, sat a black ribbon with white rhinestones decorating its edges.

She took out the cushion, removing the bracelet from around it. She admired it in the light for a bit, before putting it around her wrist, blushing as she admired the fitting.

It wasn’t too tight or loose, it just sat perfectly on her wrist, blending really well with her skin.

Sighing, she picked the ribbon, running her fingers on the rhinestones. When she felt the pin behind it, she immediately understood the message.

She took steady steps to the mirror, finally getting a hang of her boots, then clipped the pin just above her ponytail, grinning as she took in the final appearance.

She couldn’t wait to take pictures.

She walked into the closet, and opened his perfume cabinet, taking out a pink one. She wore very little, already sneezing due to how strong it’s smell was.

Leaving, the closet, she picked her phone and her purse, more than grateful it was black, then headed to the door.

Sighing, she got out her phone from her purse when she remembered it was locked, but just as she got to the door, she heard the lock click open.

"Son of a bitch."

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