No Crystal Left to Crush, Alpha
For sixty-six full moons, Alpha Zephyr showered me with lavish courtship rituals, begging me to be his mate.
On the sixty-seventh, I finally said yes.
On our bonding night, I gave him an enchanted pouch with sixty-six moonlight crystals.
We made a deal. Every time he broke my heart, I would crush one. It was the price of my forgiveness.
In the six years since we mated, he has broken my heart over and over for his childhood friend, Chloe. Each time, I crushed a crystal.
After the sixty-fourth crystal turned to dust, Zephyr finally seemed to notice something was off.
I stopped telling him to keep his distance from Chloe. I stopped needing him around.
But when he tried to leave me for that Omega one more time, I grabbed his arm.
“You’re going to her. Should I crush another crystal for this?”
Zephyr froze, his expression weary.
“Do what you want. You have plenty left anyway.”
I just nodded, watching his back as he disappeared.
He still thought the moonlight crystals were endless.
He had no idea there were only two left in the pouch.