Cherished and Chased Away
I am an Omega. One day, Alpha Carl Blanchard found me in the Borderlands and took me in. After we formed the mate bond, he spoiled me senseless, never once caring who was watching.
Now, everyone was whispering about the cold, ruthless Alpha who treats me—an Omega who used to be a Rogue—like I'm something sacred. They said it defied everything the Moon Goddess ever intended.
I used to think he loved me down to the bone, that he just couldn't help showing the whole world how crazy he was about me.
But then, I overhear him talking to his close friend.
"I'm the Alpha of the Eastlands. I rule ten packs. If I don't paint Daisy as my weakness and my one obsession, how else am I supposed to keep Fiona off my enemies' radar?
Turns out every wound I took for him was a damn joke. If that's how it is, I'm done playing Luna of the Eastlands.
On my last day there, I made one call.
"I'm in. I'll head to the Borderlands and spend the next ten years in closed research on medicinal herbs."
When Carl found me gone, he came after me with bloodshot eyes and his pride in ruins.
"Daisy… are you really leaving me?"