37 Days Ago Novels & Stories

If he didn't want an Omega mate, then so be it. Ten days. That was all that remained before our three-year agreement expired.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Not even so much as blink. He just stayed there, propped against my doorframe like he’s posing for a magazine spread titled *Assholes Who Don't Understand Boundaries* His smirk deepens instead, crinkling the skin beside his eye where the faintest laugh line had started to form since I had last seen him up close. Three years. Three years since he left the company, and he had developed laugh lines. The bastard. I want to wipe that look off his face with my fist.

I gave him a warm smile and he looked back at Henry. Then he looked at the PM, who agreed with Henry and was waiting for his commitment. "Thirty days would be enough," he cleverly said instead of saying one month, which may sound too far. "Thirty days you have. Thank you for coming."

FEHINTOLA Later that day. 2:30pm. Day 3 of the festivities. “Fehintii, I’m sorry, but you understand the implications of what I said yesterday, right?” Dami asked, his voice low as he worked beside me. I turned to face him, my movements slow and deliberate.

“You still have your sense of humor right?” “Speaking of the curse, we have 21 days left,” I turned away. “It’s the 79th day today,” Miles pointed out. I turned to him. “I know and we’d better not talk about it,” He sighed and hugged me more tightly. “If you say so,” then he slowly shut his eyes and fell asleep, his body, limping against mine. The fever was broken.

350 days left. No contract. No rules. Just him. Just me. Just war.

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

Day 7 Another day. 23 days left. Patima woke up with a big grin on her face. Today is Sunday, they all plan to go to Church later, at 9 in the morning. She quickly gets up on her bed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She then walks out of her bedroom after. She marathoned down the stairs and to the kitchen. "Patima, you look happy today" the said girl looked at the dining area and rolled her eyes.

I closed the message. Went back to work.

I called after her. “Do you know what today is? It is our seventh wedding anniversary.” Vera stopped, and her voice sounded flat and calm. “I know. Austin kept pushing, and I did not want to make him sad.” The door shut behind her with a sharp click, and their voices drifted back through the wall. One of them said, “Stupid rainy day. It got my sneakers all dirty.”