Chapter 3

I turned and left the golf course, walking aimlessly along the coastline.

The sea breeze carried a salty tang, making the tear tracks on my face feel ice-cold.

Ten years of genuine devotion wasted. Even hatred felt superfluous now—only endless exhaustion and emptiness remained.

I walked to a secluded rocky beach, a place Sean and I used to visit often. He'd once promised me a home here.

Ironically, now only I remained.

Just as I crouched down to pick up a stone to throw into the sea, footsteps sounded behind me.

I turned around. Three men in black hoodies surrounded me, their eyes vicious—clearly not good people.

"You're Sean's Omega?" The leader sneered. "Our boss got ruined by Sean. Today we're taking it out on you!"

They were sent by one of Sean's business rivals.

My heart sank. I turned to run but they blocked my path.

"Where do you think you're going?" The man reached for my hair. "Sean's so arrogant, isn't he? Why isn't anyone here to save you now?"

I struggled desperately but was kicked hard in the stomach by one of them.

Searing pain hit instantly. I curled up on the ground, drenched in cold sweat.

Seeing I couldn't move, they became even more brazen, reaching to tear my clothes.

Just then, a figure stepped in front of me.

A powerful Alpha aura erupted, instantly forcing the three rogues to their knees.

"You dare cause trouble on Black Pack territory?"

A deep voice came from above my head.

I looked up to see a man in a dark blue suit.

Behind him stood several guards in Black Pack uniforms, guns drawn and aimed at the three men.

The man crouched down, reaching out to help me. His voice was steady: "Are you alright?"

I tried to stand with his help, but another wave of abdominal pain struck. Everything went black.

The last thing I felt was my body falling forward uncontrollably.

I woke to the smell of disinfectant in a hospital.

I moved slightly. A clear, heavy pain came from my lower abdomen.

The medical officer approached, voice calm: "Elara, you've had a miscarriage."

I blinked, staring at the ceiling lights. I didn't cry or break down.

It felt like the moment I heard Sean's words, my heart had already died.

What I'd lost now was simply a child who should never have come into this world.

The door opened. The man who'd saved me walked in, holding my examination report.

The hospital room door opened gently. The man who saved me entered, my examination report in hand.

"You're awake." He poured a glass of warm water and handed it to me, his movements gentlemanly, maintaining an appropriate distance. "I'm Kael."

So this was the legitimate Black Pack heir Sean had always been wary of.

I took the water glass and said softly: "Thank you."

"Security has taken those three men away. They were sent by one of Sean's business rivals." He paused, looking at me.

"Do you need to contact your Alpha?"

Sean?

I thought of how he'd bragged about sleeping with his adopted daughter at the golf course, mocking my uncleanliness. I shook my head.

"No need."

Kael looked at me but didn't press. "I've already paid the medical bills. You need to rest. Miscarriages are very hard on an Omega's body."

I looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Kael, how should I thank you?"

He paused, then shook his head: "No need. Protecting Omegas is every Alpha's responsibility."

He left a business card and turned to leave the room.

I was alone in the hospital room.

Waves of pain from my lower abdomen kept coming, as if reminding me of my past foolishness.

I picked up my phone and opened Sean's chat interface.

The last message was one he'd sent this morning:

"There's a family dinner tonight. Wear that white dress I bought you. Don't be late."

I stared at those words for a long time.

Then my finger slid across the screen. Block, delete, done.

From the moment he said those words at the golf course, we were already over.

This child's departure simply gave me a reason to let go completely.

I would never look back.

Sean, we're even now.