Skye-
Tears blurred my vision as I staggered away from Manson's place, clutching my heart after his cruel honesty.
I felt conflicted—should I be relieved that he didn’t accept me just for my beauty, which isn't truly mine, or upset that he now wants me for my strength and capability, which also aren’t really mine?
Fuck.
How could he see me as nothing more than a useful asset?
As I neared the north section, I spotted an omega passing by. Determined not to let anyone see my pain, I quickly wiped my eyes and straightened my posture, forcing a neutral expression onto my face. I nodded at her, hoping she wouldn’t notice my distress. I just needed to be alone to process everything that had happened.
Opening the door, I froze. Arthur was sitting on my bed, looking worried and agitated, wit
