A Step Away from You
Today was supposed to be my marking ceremony. Instead, it became my funeral.
Eliza had run me down with her car.
She dragged my broken body into the storage room.
"Stay here. When the ceremony is over, I'll let you out."
She wanted to take my place, to be marked by Greyson, as his Luna.
Greyson loved me.
But his family could never allow their precious Alpha son to marry a lowborn Omega.
"Millie," murmured, his voice thick with guilt.
"I have to obey my family and give them an heir first -- with Eliza. You know... she's Alpha blood.
"Once the pup turns one, I'll marry you."
And I marked the days one by one, counting down to our forever.
He claimed it was a mere duty, but but their feverish nights suggested she was his preferred addiction.
A month later, Eliza was pregnant.
Ten months after that, she bore the Alpha's heir.
Another twelve agonizing months dragged by, and finally, it was the day he was supposed to claim me.
But now, I was lying here on the floor, my body shattered.
Greyson's voice cut through the phone, sharp and impatient.
"Why aren't you here yet? Haven't you been desperate to marry me?"
"I've let the pup's birthday incident slide -- are you still going to sulk about it?"
"If you don't show up, I'll mark Eliza instead."
I wasn’t coming, Greyson. I couldn’t -- I was already dead.
But he believed I was simply having a tantrum.