Daisy’s Story 1
Six years into our relationship, I found a jewelry box containing an engagement ring in Rick Overton’s coat pocket.
On my birthday, brimming with anticipation, I saw photos on his Instagram of him and another girl at an upscale restaurant, the kind couples go to for romantic dinners.
For the first time, my lycan blood resonated-though I hadn’t awakened yet, as a potential “werewolf queen,” my instincts screamed betrayal.
I frantically hailed a cab and arrived at the restaurant, witnessing firsthand him getting down on one knee to propose to someone else.
In the cheering crowd, I recognized several familiar faces-Rick’s werewolf pack.
Their pupils, under the restaurant’s lights, gleamed with an unnatural golden hue, a telltale sign of heightened emotion in lower-ranking lycans.
Instead of my usual explosive outburst, I calmly called my father.
“Dad, I’ve agreed to the bond alliance with the Flockhart family.”
My father’s initial shock quickly transformed into elation.
As the elder of the Lycan pack, he wholeheartedly approved.
“My darling girl, you’ve finally come to your senses. Lycan bonds are about bloodline unification. Those mixed-blood mutts are beneath your queenly genes! Only the ruling family of our Lycan Pack is worthy of my one and only precious daughter!”
I murmured a soft,”Mm-hmm,” standing alone in the restaurant lobby, watching Rick and the girl embrace amidst the cheers.
Everyone celebrated them, while I felt like a stiff, lifeless marionette.
My father, overhearing the commotion, urged, “When are you coming home? Meet the Flockhart family’s Alpha. They’re eager to set a date.”
“In three days. I’ll handle things here and return immediately.”
After hanging up, perhaps because I was so jarringly out of sync with the celebratory atmosphere, Rick, his hand trembling, helped the girl put on the ring.
Through the throng of revelers, Rick seemed to finally notice me.
His wolf ears twitched slightly beneath his hair, his brow furrowed as he held Calista’s hand, treating me like a total stranger.
The scent of rose champagne mingled with their intertwined pheromones, stinging my nostrils like needles.
I turned and left.
Rick’s “brothers” were all there; I’d seen the photos on one of their Instagram stories.
Before I left, I heard their whistles and applause.”You two are a perfect match! It’s finally happened after all these years!”
“Cheers, everyone! To the happy couple, may you live happily ever after!”
A bitter laugh escaped me.
For six years with Rick, his friends didn’t know about us, yet they knew about him and this other girl.
A nameless bitterness welled up in my chest.
The initial sweetness I felt discovering the ring in his pocket earlier that day had morphed into excruciating poison.
After hailing a cab, I returned home to find a birthday cake delivered by a courier.
Rick’s handwriting adorned the card: Happy Birthday to my darling, wishing you all the best.
The delivery guy offered an envious smile.”Wow, your boyfriend really loves you! He ordered our most expensive cake, and he even wrote a
card himself!”
I remembered finding a bottle of special suppressant in his closet last week.
He’d said it was allergy medicine.
Now I understood; it was a necessary item for ordinary werewolves to control transformations.
Just because he couldn’t stand being around me.
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I pushed the door open and placed the cake carelessly on the counter.
He remembered my birthday, yet he did this?
I collapsed onto the sofa, tears welling up in my eyes in the empty apartment.
Our life together was everywhere, yet my boyfriend had bought an engagement ring for someone else.
The cake now made my stomach churn.
I sat there for what felt like hours, losing track of time, when the apartment door suddenly opened.
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