Anastasia's POV.It’s been two days since my strange patient arrived on my doorstep. It still feels like a dream that I had treated a dying man on my bed. I remember the times I lost sleep trying to make sure that he was okay. I felt sad that he could just up and leave like that without telling me anything. Or even he would have written a note. I thought maybe he had found out that I was an omega which was the lowest in the hierarchy of werewolves. Due to how hurt I was, I didn’t stop to be grateful that he was not in my house, when the guards came in. I was hurting but I couldn’t see it. Without even saying a word, I felt like that young man had hurt me. It was then I knew that silence, indeed was a word. Although most times, it was not seen as one.Being an Omega meant that my life would be like a square. From work, to home, and then market it Clare’s house. Something like that. Wash, rinse and repeat but when I found that almost dead man on my door step, a lot if things changed. Af
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