When the Moon Never Mends
He had once sworn I was his fated Luna, the Omega he cherished above all.
However, just a month shy of our bonding, he decided to repay a life-saving grace by fathering a child with his old flame. To add insult to injury, he swiped the herbal research I was on the cusp of unveiling.
He claimed he was trapped, obligated to both sides.
I, however, was done with him. I cut ties, called off our Bonding Ceremony, and set off for the Northwood tundra to lose myself in my research.
Two years on, he pleaded for my return, professing I was his one true love.
However, by then, I was renowned far and wide, and he was nothing to me.