He Pretended To Prepare An Elaborate Luna Ceremony But Secretly Marked Another Omega Chapter 11

He Pretended To Prepare An Elaborate Luna Ceremony But Secretly Marked Another Omega Chapter 11

I just stared at him calmly, as if looking at a stranger.

“Are you here for spiritual therapy?”

He froze.

“Flora, don’t talk to me like that…” He closed his eyes in agony.

“I really have nothing to do with Samantha anymore. I gave her all my property. I have nothing left now—only you.”

He reached out, trying to touch my face.

I stepped back, putting distance between us.

“Alpha Gabriel, you’ve got it wrong.”

I looked into his eyes, which were filled with deep regret.

“You don’t have me.”

“You have absolutely nothing.”

He went rigid, his face turning deathly pale.

“Flora, I know I messed up. I was too arrogant back then. I thought I could control everything…”

“I regret it every single day. I hate myself so much.”

“Please, just give me one more chance. Even if you just let me stay as your assistant, just to look at you…”

He pleaded incoherently, begging from the absolute dirt.

“Gabriel!” I cut off his confession.

“Do you remember how my mother died?”

He flinched violently, completely speechless.

“You knew exactly where my deepest wound was, yet you took the knife and stabbed it right in.”

“It’s not that you didn’t know it was wrong. You just thought the cost of hurting me was cheap.”

“So cheap that you thought buying a bag and saying a few sweet words would make me continue to be your Luna out of gratitude.”

I stared down at his lowered head.

“I don’t hate you anymore, Gabriel. Because—you don’t matter anymore.”

Gabriel stumbled back two steps.

“Flora…”

He moved his lips in vain.

Tears spilled down his haggard cheeks, splashing onto the wooden floor.

“Go back.”

I turned around and continued organizing the bookshelf.

“Stop disrupting my life.”

Gabriel didn’t leave.

He stood under the eaves outside the clinic through the entire night.

When I opened the door the next morning, he was gone.

Only a pile of rain-soaked cigarette butts remained on the ground.

Later, Jacqueline told me that Gabriel had returned to the Dewmoon Pack.

He didn’t bother Samantha anymore, and he stopped wasting his life away.

He threw himself entirely into pack business, working tirelessly from dawn to dusk.

Word was he used all his accumulated assets to establish a charitable foundation specifically to help single werewolf mothers.

“I guess this is his way of seeking redemption,” Jacqueline said over the phone.

“Let him be,” I said and hung up.

Winter in the Aurora Woodlands wasn’t cold.

The camellias in the yard bloomed into a vibrant, fiery red.

I sat in the rocking chair with the orange cat curled up on my lap.

The sunlight felt warm on my skin.

My phone rang. It was a delivery.

The courier handed me a square velvet box.

There was no sender’s name, only a familiar address.

I opened the box.

Inside lay the moonstone ring I used to wear.

There was also a yellowed note.

Always free. Always proud.

I stared at the ring.

Then I stood up, walked over to the trash can in the corner of the yard.

Without a second thought, I tossed the box and the ring inside.

“Meow.”

The orange cat rubbed against my leg.

I bent down to pick it up, brushing the dust off my hands.

“Come on, let’s go eat.”

I turned and walked into the sunlight.

From now on, I was just Flora.

I owned myself completely, and my life was bright.