“Huh? Dropping me?” I was surprised. Well, I had to be. Since we were together, I could hardly recall when Ethan had any time for me or ever dropped me off my office.

Even when we planned to go on a date, he always had to cancel because of his work.

But now Clara’s and his social feed were flooded with countless dates, as if he had nothing to do anymore.

“Yes, let me drop you since you had an accident yesterday.” His voice was superficially gentle and warm, “Wait here for me. I will come back after grabbing the car key.”

“Mm.” I didn't want to miss this chance in front of Clara who clenched her fists so tight that she would almost bleed.

Tsk! Pathetic.

It took Ethan only five minutes to come and he followed me behind.

But I didn't know that Clara could go this far for Ethan.

She deliberately dropped the knife from her hand and it cut her toes.

“Ahhh!” She screamed in pain and whined like a child.

Her eyes filled with tears and she was acting like she would die from this little bloodshed.

“Ethan, it's so painful.” She cried again, “I can't move.”

Ethan was in a dilemma. He looked at me and then Clara. But I knew from his expression that he wanted to be with her badly.

“Go on, take care of her.” I didn't want to drift apart those leeches.

Ethan sighed in relief and almost jumped to her.

He carefully picked her up and made her sit on the sofa.

“Medusa, I will drop you another day.” He focused on treating Clara, “As you can see, she is injured now.”

“Mm hmm.” Who wanted his ride anyway. I wrinkled my nose in dismay and headed out.

Behind me, Clara was being coquettish with her little wound and Ethan was taking care of her patiently.

….

I hailed a cab and looked outside through the window.

In these nine years, I never got any love or time from Ethan. Before we were officially in a relationship, Ethan would always pester me and told me how much he liked me.

The more days passed, the more indifferent he became. Now we were so distant that we could not even talk freely.

But Clara got it all. She had him tie on her finger. As if Ethan could do anything for her.

As I pondered over his double standards like this, my head started to hurt. I was already I'll, now I had to bear my headache too.

I closed my eyes and waited for a while before reaching my office.

When I got in the office, everyone was busy. But the moment I entered, almost everyone looked up and gave me pitiful looks.

It mixed with sympathy and concern.

But I didn't probe further in the topic and buried myself with work.

It was midday, when we finally got some break and I headed to the cafeteria.

While I was stuffing food into my mouth, I could hear some chatter.

“Do you like that Prince Ethan and Medusa finally broke up?” A girl whispered while looking at me.

“Why?” The next one was curious.

“Didn't you see the post earlier?” She twisted her mouth, “Prince Ethan was spotted carrying his personal assistant in his arms.”

“They look really perfect together.” Their gossips went on, “I heard his assistant is a beta”

“Well, it's still far better than choosing an Omega as his Luna.” They laughed.

I was too shocked to know what was going on. My hand slipped and the coffee cup on my hand fell down. The loud shattering sound stopped their gossips.

I frowned and left there in a hurry. I didn't want to hear about them anymore.

Lana whimpered once again. Being an Omega was not my fault.

“If he wanted to cheat, he would, even if I was an Alpha.” I mumbled, comforting Lana again.

I ended up working late. It was close to eleven when I was still scribbling on my PC.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I almost jumped out of my chair in fear.

“Ethan!” My heart bounced back my chest as I almost whispered his name.

“What are you doing here?” I muttered after I could sense his scent.

“Came to pick you up.” He smiled.

His smile was beautiful, he had a kissable jaw and when he smiled, it looked wider. But they were not for me anymore.

“Nah, I still have something to do.” I dismissed him but he had no intention to buzz. Rather he took out a packet from a pastry shop and handed it to me.

“Have it.” He murmured.

Meanwhile, I already focused on my work when he unpacked the cheesecake for me.

“Cheesecake?” I mumbled.

“Yes, I called you several times to know the flavour.” He served it on a plate, “But you didn't pick up. So, I got whatever I could.”

It would be a lie to say that my heart was not warm at that time.

But still there was a pang of distress in my chest.

I recalled how I wanted to stop by for a cheesecake.

“Ethan, please stop there. I want some blueberry cheesecake.” I pleaded.

“Medusa, how old are you?” He frowned, “Don't ask for any crap! Act as your age.”

But now, he brought me a cheesecake.

“Let's go after I come back from the washroom.”

“Mmm.” I hummed indifferently.

I looked at the strawberry cheesecake and scruinted my nose.

“Eww!” I mumbled and focused my eyes on the computer ignoring the dessert in front me.

But my attention barely lasted long before Ethan's phone buzzed and messages popped up.

My gaze automatically shifted on that and encountered Clara’s cheesy, honey-filled text.

[Ethan, are you crazy? Why did you send me this much cheesecake! I’m struggling here.TT]

I shifted my eyes back to the computer screen nonchalantly and organised the files on my desk.

After Ethan came back, his mood turned sour, “Why didn't you touch this?”

He pointed at the cake.

“Ethan, I hate strawberry flavour. Don't you know or you only chose what Clara likes.” I said dismissively.

With my comment, Ethan’s expression turned darker.

There was brief silence, I knew that Ethan's expression was shifting and kept being ugly. His wolf was growling and whimpering unwaveringly.

But for the first time, I didn't even bother to console him.

I worked for another thirty minutes before packing up my things.

I thought Ethan might have left already since his scent disappeared.

But when I turned around, I faced his grumpy face and it was clear that he had been suppressing his pheromones.

Seeing I was done, he stood up and walked away from the room.

I was already half dead from overworking and did not have the mind to argue. Let him drive if he wanted.

I cracked my knuckles to get rid off my tiredness and followed him silently.

It took us one hour before reaching home. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I went straight to the bedroom and started packing my things.

It was better to leave here soon.

I remembered that I would have my heat near and quickly packed more suppressment.

If it was before I told Ethan beforehand and would request him to mark me this time.

But he always refused.

“Medusa, why are you so in a hurry to be marked?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Take things slow.” His wolf grunted, “We are still young and we have time. Can you please stop talking about marking and knotting always?”

He rubbed his forehead and squeezed out a lump of angry pheromones before leaving me suffocated and weak alone.

“Tut! I was so stupid.” Even my wolf knew his ture self now.

Ethan came inside almost thirty minutes later.

He had a sneaky smile on his lips like those teen wolves when they fall in love for the first time.

Tsk! He wanted to eat young grass! Let him be.

I shook my head to skip his thoughts and focused on my work again.

Ethan came out of his shower and looked at me weirdly, “Are you going somewhere?”

“Hmm.” I answered briefly. Well, I was not planning to hide it anymore.

He looked around the empty vanity on the room and my bag which didn't seem like anyone would pack this much for travelling but he didn't probe further rather his voice had a hint of mockery.

“Good for you. You should get some fresh air.”

“True!” I paid him back double times, “Like you take fresh pheromones every day.”

“Medusa!” He grunted, “You are acting like this again? Can you ever be in your right mind? You make me sick.”

“I know.” I agreed, “Sorry for that. But you chose to be sick in the first place.”

After all, it was you who approached me first. But I didn't say it out loud.

Suddenly, he threw his towel onto the bed, his eyes cold as he stared at me. "So, what? You're upset because you have to be with me now.”

“Huh?” Was he crazy?

“Ethan.” My voice was calm, “I am tired. Can you stop being like this? Please go to sleep and let me rest too.”

Ethan's eyes turned golden as his pheromones were not in control.

He pushed me against the wall and chewed his words out.

“Medusa Revara, now what do you want from me? Just name it. But stop whining damn it!” His wolf was taking over him.

“Ethan, why are you being angry like this?” I tried to break through his grip, “I don't want anything but peace. Give me that and let me go.”

Ethan’s eyes widened because of my indifference. He slowly left my hand and sighed heavily before picking up his phone leaving the room.

Before leaving finally, he stopped at the doorway and muttered, “Medusa Revara, if I leave this room this time, you can no longer expect me to come back and coax you. You know very well how much I hate those women who acted all whinny to get attention.”

“I hate attention seekers.” His expression was as dark as the cloud before rain.

Huh! So what? He still felt for Clara who was all about those women who liked to climb on someone's bed for money.

Since your choice got so low, I would not try to seize you back.

I didn't reply to Ethan's words and focused on my work.

I didn't even realise how long he waited or when he left.

Well, he already left me, he failed our mate bond, he failed everything that meant us.

The hint of distress and dismay were always visible to his words.

Like those days, when I was invited to his family and they would all make fun of me.

…

“So you are an Omega?” One of Ethan's uncles exclaimed, “Our next Luna will be a weak Omega?”

“Brother, how can you be so sure?” Ethan's mother nudged his elbow, “An alpha can have several partners remember?”

“Medusa is a good girl. She can accompany him if she wants but being his only wife and Luna, I don't think she could handle it.”

I wanted to cry that day and looked at Ethan's eyes for an explanation. I thought he would protest at least.

But he never did, he always ignored this topic like a plague.

All these years, he used me as his favourite doll. He would love me whenever he wanted and gave me silent treatment if he was angry.

But for the reason of your relationship, I was ready to humble myself. I asked for forgiveness even when I was the victim.

But this time, I never let myself be weak and called him back. I finished packing and slid inside the warm blanket.

Ethan stayed his Study all night but for the first time he didn't hear any knock or anyone pleading him to come back.

The next morning I got downstairs and prepared breakfast as usual. I had my fill and was about to leave for my office when Ethan blocked me.

“Stay put.” he said while scrolling his phone, “I asked for two days leave for you. Stay here and design this gown.”

“Gown?” I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, “It's not Sanah’s birthday right? At least as far as I can remember.”

Sanah was Ethan's sister, the only person in the pack who genuinely loved me. She was a beautiful white wolf with a pair of teal eyes. She was considered to be the most beautiful female Alpha in this pack.

Sanah knew that I loved to design and tailor dresses. It could be seen as my hobbies as I never made anything for outsiders but my parents, Ethan, Sanah.

I had been making a gown for her birthday since I got together with Ethan. It felt pleasant to see her beaming face every time she wore them.

…

“It's so beautiful, sister-in-law.” Sanah hugged me tight, “I would definitely cherish it.”

“Good to hear.” I smiled.

…

“Who said it's for Sanah?” Ethan still didn't move his eyes from the phone.

“Then who will wear the gown?” I cocked my brows, “It's not you, I guess.”

Ethan’s face turned black again as he twisted his mouth, “Medusa, don't joke.”

He passed me his tab and showed me a design.

“Follow it closely and do a good job.” He muttered, not knowing how unreasonable he was sounding.

The photo was from Clara's chat app moments where she captioned it well: [Only if I could get it on my special day!]

“And you will look like an ass.” I really wanted to be petty for once to say it out loud. But fussing over this in the morning was not my thing.

I didn't say a thing, making the living room feel unnervingly quiet.

But Ethan didn't seem to care about my thoughts, his oh-so-bullshiting-request and looking at me as if he would only expect a Yes.

“When do you want it?” I looked at him directly.

“Two days later.” He murmured.

“Okay.” I nodded, having my coffee, “Send me the photo. Oh remember to arrange the materials too.”

“Isn't it better if you get it by yourself?” He raised his eyebrows, “After all, you have better knowledge.”

“Sure, send Merry to accompany me.” With this I went upstairs.

…

Moving on to my bedroom, I focused on the design. I remembered the days nine years ago.

“Wow! Medu, you are so good at this.” The teenager Alpha Prince grasped.

“No no, I am not that good.” The seventeen year old Omega who never received any acknowledgement from anyone gasped, “I just tried.”

“Can you make a suit too?” Ethan giggled, “I would like to wear it on the next Gala.”

“Sure.” I was very happy to do this for you.

I recalled how he forced me to make a gown for myself too. It was flowy and beautiful.

For the first time I accompanied him in a Gala, shocking everyone.

…

“Ethan Elphine,” I hissed under my breath when Lana, my Wolf's face darkened too, she was no longer weak for that bastard Alpha.

“This is the last time I am doing something for you. After making this dress, we are done.”

My chest felt heavy when I continued the design and it would take me whole days.

I didn't have any trace when the outside turned darker and it was already evening.

When I looked up, I encountered a familiar figure. It was Ethan.

“Medusa…” he started, his voice unsure.

I didn't bother stopping the work.

"Anything else?" I asked, my tone flat.

There was a pause before he spoke again. "...I'll MoneyTM you for the ingredients."

I continued on with my work without a word.

After I finished, I went out to get some fresh air.

When I stepped in the garden, I pulled out my phone, Ethan already sent me the money.

I opened the chat app and then our chat history.

6,321 messages…that much!

And they were all sent from my side.

Ethan only replied 30 even with an ‘OK’ most of the time.

“It's hard to care.” I smirked and looked at the beautiful sky above my head.

“Pretty.” I mumbled.

Upstairs, Ethan's room buzzed with the notification of $2000 sent back to him.

I tittered when I imagined his face.

Maybe he would shed his pheromones again and clenched the phone tightly.

Men didn't know what they wanted! Or they just wanted everything which could not be possible.

For the two days, I worked hard continuously. Aside from having meals and sleeping, I didn't have much time left. I went out only the day when Merry took me to buy the materials.

Two days later, at night around nine, when I was having rice cakes, Ethan's name flashed on my phone screen.

“What?” I was too tired to beat around the bush.

“Medusa, where are you?” His voice sounded conscious.

I was sitting in my favourite cafe, devouring my favourite dishes before leaving for all.

But I dodged his question, “Why did you call me so late?”

“Nothing…” Ethan's voice was softer now, “I want to thank you for the dress. It is pretty as always.”

“Oh.” My tone was indifferent and flat.

It was not like I wanted to make it.

There was a brief silence before he spoke again, “Thank you for your hard work.”

“How about I take you to your favourite restaurant for a meal?” he added in a lower voice.

But before I could reply, Clara snatched the phone.

“Medusa, thank you so much for your dress.” She was giggling like a schoolgirl, “I’m looking like a fairy.”

“Are you sure?” I laughed at Lana’s pettiness and shook my head.

Of course, we couldn't say that out loud nor did Clara stop talking.

“You are so good at it. I hope I can be like you.” She gasped, “But you know I’m always clumsy. Ethan always calls me dumb Wolfie.”

I could picture her pouting as she spoke.

Before I could even process her words, she invited me to the party.

“Why don't you come here too. It's so fun.” Her giggling didn't stop all this time.

But I didn't get a chance to respond before Preston's voice returned to the line. "Well, you should rest.”

After that he hung up.

But just a few minutes later, my phone buzzed again. It was a message from him, with his location pinned and a note attached:

[If you do stop by, grab some soft drinks for us.]