A Hundred Million Mistake
"A hundred million. Take it, leave 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!"