Page 20 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

Always her.

She was everything I never knew I needed. An omega who saw past the killer to the man beneath. She’d look at my scars and call them beautiful. Who promised me forever with those jade eyes that never seemed to lie.

Until they did.

The memory hits like a physical blow, and I miss a dodge. The foam projectile catches me in the ribs, making me grunt in agony at the obvious mess up.

Would have been a kill shot in the field.

Focus, damn it.

But I'm already falling.

Falling back into that perfect day.

The day it all went wrong.

Sun warm on my skin.

Grass soft beneath bare feet.

Her scent – lilacs and honey – carrying on the wind.

She was perfect.

My omega.

My mate.

My future.

She even wanted to help the others. Understood what it meant to be pack. Said she could love them too, given time.

Said she could be what we all needed.

And I believed her.

God help me, I believed every word.

The training program beeps a warning.

Final stage initiating. Maximum difficulty achieved.

I let out a huff, the corners of my lips rising despite how cloudy my thought process is.

I need the distraction.

The challenge.

Anything but these memories.

Sweat runs down my chest, following the lines of ink and scar tissue. Each drop a reminder of what I've survived…and lost.

What was taken from me…

Because she didn't just leave.

She destroyed everything.

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