The Unwanted Omega: The Alpha's Late Regret

Brooke POV:

"Let's play a game!" Kelly announced. "The Hunt. But digital."

She walked to a console. "The computer decides pairs based on genetic compatibility."

A trap. Kelly's family owned the software.

"Easton first," Kelly cooed.

Easton scanned his hand. ALPHA EASTON SPENCER.

Kelly scanned hers.

COMPATIBILITY: 99%.

Applause.

I gripped the table. Statistically impossible. Even Easton frowned, but he stayed silent.

"Now Brooke," Kelly smiled. "Maybe the gardener?"

"I'm not playing," I stood up.

"Sit down," Easton warned.

"I'm leaving."

Easton moved in a blur. He grabbed my wrist. Iron grip.

"You will not walk away. Don't act like a feral dog."

"A feral dog? Is that all I am?"

"Right now? Yes."

"Okay," Kelly grabbed his other arm. "Highest match spends seven minutes in 'The Den'."

She pointed to a soundproof closet.

"Easton," I pleaded. Not as a wife, but as a human. "Don't go in there. If you do, there is no coming back."

Easton looked at my cheap dress, then at Kelly's diamond necklace and the fake 99%.

He dropped my wrist.

"Grow up, Brooke. It's just a game."

He took Kelly's hand.

They stepped inside. The lock clicked.

The sound of a guillotine dropping.

I stood alone in the crowd.

I reached into my pocket. My anniversary gift. Silver ore cufflinks, treated not to burn.

I walked to the trash can.

I dropped the box in.

Then, I walked out into the biting wind.

The contract was broken. He had rejected me.

Now, it was my turn.