No matter how cold I became, no matter how loudly I made my displeasure known, Daniel didn’t stop.
He moved on with preparation towards the bond marking ceremony like a man convinced of fate, or maybe just bound by duty. He didn’t smile, not genuinely. But he acted as though everything was fine, choosing his ceremonial robes, speaking to the elders with respect. I can't tell if he believed in a happy endingt, or he just don't want to dishonor my father.
The people watched him with disdain, especially the elites. They whispered behind his back, mocking him. “Delusional,” they called him. “An Omega pretending to be chosen.” I saw their smirks, their condescending eyes. They believed he was living in a fantasy.
But he never looked back. He never fought them.
And somehow, that made it wor
