The Unwanted Omega: The Alpha's Late Regret

Easton POV:

The amusement park was a sensory nightmare.

"Easton! Look at this!" Kelly squealed.

My chest had ached for three weeks. A dull, hollow throb. The pills didn't work.

My Inner Wolf was silent. Not calm-catatonic.

We walked past a gift shop. Plush unicorns.

Memory hit me. Brooke, two years ago, staring at a window like this. Her eyes lighting up, then dimming as she remembered she wasn't allowed to ask for things.

"I want them," I said.

"The bear?"

"No. The unicorns. All of them."

I bought fifty stuffed unicorns. I didn't know why. A desperate, clawing need.

In the car, I checked my phone. "Wife".

I tried the Mind-Link .

Usually, I felt a wall. Resistance.

Now... Void. Infinite darkness. The bond wasn't blocked. It was gone.

Panic spiked.

"Easton, listen to me!" Kelly whined. "I want to go to Le Pierre ."

I looked at her. Makeup caked like plaster. Scent like chemical roses.

"Fine," I muttered.

I put the phone away. I should delete her number.

My thumb hovered. Trembling. I couldn't do it.