[Who else has an alpha this thoughtful?] she wrote, with a string of heart-eyed emojis. [Can I sign a lifetime contract already?]
The comments rolled in fast.
[Wow, Damon setting up furniture himself? Isn’t he always delegating everything?]
[He looks good doing it, though! Serena, you’re so lucky!]
[Looks like someone’s already the next Mrs. Damon.]
I scrolled through, my stomach turning at every message. Before Serena showed up, Damon used to do everything with me. He’d call me his partner, the one he trusted most. Now, it was clear that trust had shifted.
I didn’t bother reading the rest. I tossed my phone on the counter. None of it mattered anymore.
I went to my room to pack up my things. The apartment didn’t even feel like mine anymore—it hadn’t for a long time. While I was boxing up my belongings, I found a wooden box shoved to the back of my closet.
Inside were all the little gifts Damon had given me over the years: a silver bracelet, a necklace with the pack crest, handwritten notes about how much he cared. They used to mean everything to me, but now they just felt like weights holding me back.