A Hundred Million Mistake

"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 eye

Like a puppy beaten and abandoned by its master, I dragged my cold, wine-soaked body back to my small room.I curled up in the corner, my trembling fingers tearing off my wet, torn clothes.My skin stung, but it was nothing compared to the despair in my heart.I remembered when Eric had amnesia, I’d injured my leg in a car accident, bleeding badly. His eyes had turned red, and he’d let out a pained growl.He’d frantically found some medicine to put on the wound, torn strips from his own clothes to bandage me, so incredibly gentle.I turned, looking for a place to lie down, and saw the discarded mug in the corner.Eric had bought it for me after seeing me admiring it in a shop window. He’d said I wouldn’t have to drink cheap, awful instant coffee anymore.Now the mug was as broken as the warm words he’d spoken, covered in dust, useless.Just like our brief warmth had been crushed by reality, leaving no trace behind.My eyes burned, but no tears came. My heart was numb, like a block of i

After escaping the banquet hall, I leaned against the manor's outer wall, trying to catch my breath. My phone suddenly buzzed. A message lit up the screen:[Sera, got the European visa and passport for your fake ID. Tomorrow, 9 AM, black market, usual spot.]It was the broker who sold me the fake ID last time.I read it three times, then suddenly laughed out loud.As I laughed, tears streamed down my cheeks, splashing onto the phone screen, blurring the words.Finally. It was all finally going to end.I wouldn't have to wait for him to come home anymore, smelling the faint trace of his Alpha scent in the air. I wouldn't have to choke down cold, cheap jerky in the dead of night. I wouldn't have to endure Luna Anya's scornful looks or the nobles' bullying.Most importantly—I could finally let go of the part of me that stubbornly loved him, that craved his warmth.The next day, around noon, I picked up my new passport and visa.When I got back to the storage room, I saw Eric and Gianna t

The tightly shut windows and doors blocked out all sunlight, plunging the room into darkness. Eric had locked himself in his villa bedroom, the air crackling with an Alpha's frustrated energy, almost tearing the room apart.His phone kept vibrating, the shrill ringtone piercing the silence. He didn't even want to look at it, just let it flash its faint light in the dark.But whoever was calling seemed determined to reach him. He didn't answer, so they kept calling, again and again.After a long standoff, Eric finally gave in.He irritably picked up his phone. Seeing "Gianna" displayed on the screen, a wave of annoyance washed over him. Without a moment's hesitation, he hung up and blocked the contact.The room finally returned to silence. He let out a long breath.But not long after, an unknown number called again.Eric didn't even need to guess; he knew it had to be Gianna trying to reach him some other way.He hung up and blocked it without a second thought, the action almost a refle

I saw Eric again a week after I returned to Los Angeles.I had just finished my onboarding at the Moonshadow Apothecary and received my senior healer's badge. Lyra, the head of the Los Angeles branch and Orion's sister, excitedly handed me a commission request."This client specifically requested you to prepare a healing potion for him, Sera! This is a big one. If we land this, our Los Angeles branch will really be on solid ground!"I looked at the request in my hand, puzzled. "Specifically me?" I frowned, feeling like something was off.Although I was originally from Los Angeles, I used to be just a lonely Omega struggling at the bottom.Later, I had a brief connection with Eric and the Dark Moon pack, but no one ever really took me seriously.After going to Europe, even though I studied herbalism hard at the ancient Moonlit Forest Academy and became a respected healer, my reputation was mostly limited to a few werewolf settlements in Europe.I had only just returned to Los Angeles. H