The Final Three Days of Us

I'm the most overlooked Omega in the pack, yet I somehow end up as Alpha Blake Cartman's fated mate. Because of my low status, he never allows me to appear at any events we're supposed to attend together.

I plan 18 grand events for him, and he doesn't even let me show up for our anniversary. Then comes the 19th time, when he finally agrees to let me attend.

I'm over the moon. I get dressed up, ready for the night, only to see Wendy Lowe—another Omega—already standing by his side.

They stand there arm in arm, looking deeply in love, while the memory video I've worked so hard to put together has been replaced with clips of the two of them acting all sweet with each other.

With his arm around Wendy, Blake looks at me with nothing but disgust.

"My Luna needs the pack's full approval," he says. "You were never officially acknowledged as Luna anyway. Wendy earned their acceptance long before you. Starting today, she's taking your place."

Everyone who knows me in the pack is watching, waiting for me to break down and lose it.

But I don't scream or cry. I'm not even angry. In fact, I feel like I can finally breathe now.

Because in just three days, the three-year mating contract between me and Blake will officially come to an end.

Blake Cartman thought I was head over heels for him. He hurt me over and over, completely forgetting that we were only bonded by a mating contract, and that the contract was about to expire.

Right after Blake announced Wendy Lowe's new title, she leaned into him all coy and smug.

When I walked up, Wendy flipped her hair, flashing that diamond ring that symbolized the Luna title. Her eyes were full of smug satisfaction, and she was clearly trying to provoke me.

But I wasn't angry. I handed her the itinerary for tonight's pack event and walked out of the hall without a second glance.

After all, Blake and I were just bonded by a three-year contract. And now that it was ending and he'd found someone else to take my place, I felt nothing but relief.

Back at the house we shared, I started packing.

Three years had gone by in a blur. I stared at the wall covered in photos from the past 18 pack events I'd planned. I felt a little dazed.

I was Blake's fated mate, but he never wanted me. For the sake of the pack's stability, he made a three-year agreement with me.

The day we signed the mating contract, he looked at me with a strange expression and said calmly, "I don't understand why you're my fated mate. Your status is clearly beneath me. But this is the Moon Goddess' will, and I can't go against it.

"So, Clara, I need us to be together temporarily to stabilize the pack. We'll end it in three years."

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