Sage
I paced the living room after she left, the door’s click echoing like a final nail in a coffin I wasn’t ready to bury. The coffee in my mug had gone cold again—third cup today, and it still tasted like nothing. Bitter emptiness. Fitting.
I couldn’t believe it was over.
No, scratch that. I could believe it. I’d pushed her to this. Weeks of chasing, of not letting go, of turning what started as pride into something darker. I’d told myself it was about winning, about claiming what no one else could have. The only woman who ever said no to me—the Alpha, the untouchable. Rejection like that? It burned. It festered. Turned into obsession.
But now? Sitting here alone, the house too quiet, her scent still lingering on the sheets upstairs like a ghost… I knew the truth I’d been dodging.
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