“A hundred million. Take it, leave my son Eric, and never come back.”
Luna Anya stood at the entrance of Dark Moon Manor, looking down at me, her eyes cold and full of disgust.
Before, I would’ve burst into tears, shaking, begging, “I’m not with him for the money!”
But now, I just lowered my head and said quietly, “Okay.”
She froze for a second, then sneered, “You pathetic Omega. At least you know your place.”
Back in Eric’s private villa, I asked Eric, “If I left, would you search for my scent? Would you look for me?”
But he just laughed, pushed me away, and said, “Who do you think you are? Go if you want. I wouldn’t waste my breath on you.”
So, I really did leave.
But a rumor started spreading through the werewolf world.
Eric, the future Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, had gone mad. He was searching the world, desperate to find the scent of a lowly Omega.
“I was wrong, Sera! Please, come back!”
…
From the day we met, Eric’s mom always called me “that worthless Omega.” Maybe in her eyes, an Alpha and an Omega were from two different worlds.
I clutched the bank card and silently left.
By the time I got back to my small apartment on the outskirts, it was pitch black. The wind was biting.
Back when I lived here alone, I’d often be too scared to sleep.
The only thing that made me feel safe was the little “nest” in the corner of the bedroom. Eric had made it for me with his own hands when he’d lost his memory. The soft bed was full of his Alpha scent.
I suddenly remembered that snowy night three years ago. After my shift, I dragged myself home, exhausted, only to trip right at my apartment door.
That’s when I found Eric, his memory gone.
He was covered in blood, his scent was faint, and his eyes were empty. He didn’t remember a thing.
“Who are you? Are you alive?!” I asked, my voice trembling.
“I… I forgot.” He shook his head weakly, snowflakes and blood clinging to him, a complete mess.
Just like that, I dragged him into my small apartment.
The apartment was small, but it mostly kept the wind and rain out. It’s just that the heating was always pretty weak in winter, and cold drafts snuck in through the window cracks.
That whole freezing winter, we clung to each other under a thick blanket, just to keep from freezing to death.
