Amber
Three days.
It had been three days since Rayne rejected me, and I felt like the world had ended.
I’d barely left my room, only stepping out when I absolutely had to. The brief trips to the bathroom or the kitchen were excruciating—I avoided eye contact, ignored the curious glances, and hurried back before anyone could ask me anything. Even the thought of another Omega stopping me for a casual conversation made my chest tighten with anxiety.
The tiny space in the shelter had become my prison, the walls closing in around me with every passing moment. I stared at the cracks in the ceiling, the chipped paint on the walls, and the worn floorboards, and I felt like I was suffocating. Everything was too much, but at the same time, nothing mattered anymore.
Rayne’s cold, cutting words r
