Damon never loved me. He considered Mira to be the most important person in his life. Just before the bomb exploded, I closed my eyes in despair and sent one last message via mind-link.
“In the name of the Moon Goddess, I hereby terminate my Mate Bond with you.” And with that, I severed the mind-link.
My body was like a disassembled doll, with bones and flesh twisted and spread out, broken and scattered everywhere. Meanwhile, my soul hovered directly above the scene, observing what remained of my body.
There was none of the fear or sorrow that I had anticipated. At this point, only death could truly end the pain I was experiencing. I drifted aimlessly for an unknown amount of time until I saw Damon arrive after learning of the explosion.
He arrived with a patrol group and instructed them to take photos, record evidence, and secure the scene.
A patrol officer commented: “We found the remnants of some explosives and traces of wolfsbane at the scene. It looks like someone made a bomb with wolfsbane, but we haven’t been able to identify the victim.”
Damon’s brow furrowed as his gaze shifted to my twisted corpse. My heart gave a soft, aching tug. I hoped desperately that he would recognise me. If Damon realised the pile of mangled flesh was me, would he feel any remorse?
I stared hard at his face, hoping to see even a glimmer of recognition. However, Damon simply removed his gloves and deadpanned, “Looks like a female Omega.
“The clothing fragments are fashionable and modern. Focus the search on missing female Omegas aged 20 to 30.” Finally, he added, “Let the forensics team handle it.”
Damon didn’t recognise me, and my last hope had vanished.
Of course, he didn’t care if I lived or died; how could he recognise my remains? After the scene was processed, they stuffed my limbs into a black body bag like trash and returned them to the patrol unit.
“Damon, was your phone off?” Anthony Miller, the Redmark Pack’s bravest warrior and Damon’s best friend, asked as Damon sat in the passenger seat of his patrol car. My soul, unknowingly, followed along and ended up in the back seat. Damon’s brow furrowed again, as if he was recalling something particularly unpleasant.
“That Damn Daisy. She’s like a fly buzzing inside my ear. I told her not to call me while patrolling, but she didn’t listen. “I forgot to respond to James because of her.”
I had grown numb to his cruel words, but seeing Damon’s disgusted expression still made it difficult to breathe. My heart felt like it was being pushed into a meat grinder.
Anthony sighed. “Damon, Daisy genuinely cares about you.” Don’t always dismiss her concerns about you.
Damon just scoffed coldly and said nothing. When he turned his phone back on, my message was the first to appear.
My heart tightened again; would he notice something was wrong? Instead, his face twisted in annoyance: “Is this her way of expressing concern? And now she’s throwing a fit about severing our Mate Bond? How childish!”
He dialled my number, but I couldn’t answer. When the call didn’t go through, his expression darkened. “Fine, Daisy. You’d better stay away from me forever. “Do not ever let me see you again.”
The pile of mangled flesh in my chest had long gone numb from the pain, and now, even my soul felt like it was withering. He blocked my number without a second thought, never suspecting that something might have happened to me. What a joke. Damon would remember me?
