Amber
She placed the cup down, her voice growing quiet. “Anyway… I always had this feeling that, like his father, Rayne would have a destined mate. Alphas and Omegas only make up twenty percent of the population. Mate bonds are even rarer. But still, I believed someone out there was made just for him. So when he threw that away—for what was clearly lustful infatuation, driven by confusion—it hurt more than I can explain.”
She locked eyes with me.
“Rayne never told me he had found you. Or that he had even marked you. If he had, believe me… I would have found you. I would have made him take full responsibility. Then maybe… we wouldn’t have ended up here.”
Her words struck something in me, and for a moment, I allowed myself to wonder—what if?
What if Rayne had told her? What if she’d found me, and made him do the “right” thing?
We would’ve been forced to marry and I would be Luna.
He would’ve hated me.
I saw it so clearly. Like a living nightmare painted right before my eyes: 18 year old
