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“Call Bonnie! I’m ready.” I said as soon as Edward walked into our room. Pushing my hair back, I exposed the spot on my neck where our bond was delicate.

He had his pack’s witch, Bonnie, suppress our bond so many times that it was barely visible now.

I could see the guilt and remorse flickered through his eyes as he walked closer. Holding my hands gently, he said, “It will be the last time, Emma. I promise.”

“Once Darcy was stable and didn't need me around her, You won't have to go through this searing pain.”

I had believed him. Seven times. But now, I was done chasing the shadow I would never be able to catch up.

Everytime, he went to take care of Darcy, he would have Bonnie suppress our bond. Being an omega, the suppression would leave me in so much pain, I wouldn't get up from bed for weeks.

While I would be moaning in pain and cold, he would stay by Darcy's side, comforting her for what, a fever or a scratch she probably caused while cutting her fangs?

“It's okay.” I replied, my voice indifferent, “You can call Bonnie now in case you get late because of me and blame me for it.”

The last time he suppressed our bond, I completely lost my strength and fainted. He stayed with me for half an hour before he finally left. The next day he blamed me for holding him and refused to come back for the next three months.

His face darkened, “What's that supposed to mean? The last time it's because you didn't eat well-”

“Didn't eat well?” I sneered, “Do you think that's why I fainted?”

He bit his lips. He quickly regretted saying that, while I continued, “You are an Alpha, Edward. You don't understand what it feels to suppress the bond because you don't have to go through the pain. It's I who suffers for whom? For Darcy?”

Having said that, I walked out of the room. I feel disgusted even looking at the Alpha I blindly followed all these years.

But, he chased after me. “If you want, I can stay by your side tonight. I’ll leave only when you are stable.”

“No need.” I refused, “I can handle it like I always did.”

One last time. I can bear it. I said in my mind.

Half an hour later, Bonnie stood before my eyes, her silver hair braided tight against her scalp, her eyes filled with a weary pity that I hated more than Edward’s guilt. She carried her satchel of herbs and stones—the tools of my torture.

"Emma, you’re already weak. Your lunar cycle is peaking. If we suppress it now..."

"Do it," I interrupted. "He has a promise to keep, doesn't he? Darcy is waiting."

Edward winced at the venom in my tone. "Bonnie, just... make it quick. I’ll stay with her until the initial shock passes."

"I told you, I don't want you here," I said, looking Edward dead in the eye. "Go to her.”

Just then his phone rang. Darcy's name flashed on the screen. He picked it up.

“What? That serious? I’m coming right now.” He was still on the call when he had already crossed the room, completely forgetting his initial promise to me.

Then as if remembered something, he turned back and said, “The next full Moon, it will be our marking ceremony.”

Next Full Moon?

What I pity, Edward. That's the day I have chosen to completely leave you.