I once dashed home after work, paralyzed by the fear that Aiden would come back to find me gone. Now, though, that fear had lost its grip on me, leaving only a hollow sense of peace as Aiden's frustration lingered like a storm cloud.
In the void of his presence, I dedicated myself to serving Alpha Argon as his devoted servant, never daring to defy his commands.
In the face of the head servant's cruelty, Alpha Argon stayed composed, never raising his voice at me, unlike others who belittled my worth. Instead, he consistently praised my commitment to my responsibilities.
After all the years I poured into serving him, Alpha Argon resolved to uplift my status, assuring me that I would soon leave my Omega past behind and embrace my role as a remarkable mate of Aiden, the pack healer.
When Aiden's name slipped from his lips, it dawned on me that we hadn't spoken in more than a week.
The room buzzed with praise for Aiden, my cherished mate, who had excelled as a pack healer and saved countless lives.
Yet, the moment they began to speak of his mate, me, laughter erupted. To them, Aiden was perfectly matched with Lauren, not with someone of my lowly status.