Dana POV

　　I hesitated, unwilling to reveal the truth of my whereabouts, the weight of my deception heavy upon me. "In the woods," I lied, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.

　　Ares's expression softened, his features contorted with self-reproach. "Oh shit, I know I am being dramatic," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

　　As I observed Ares's demeanor, a sense of nostalgia washed over me, a fleeting glimpse of the man he once was before the weight of responsibility and duty had taken its toll. But I knew deep down that we could never return to the simplicity of our past, that the scars of our shared history ran too deep to be erased.

　　"You don't need to pressure yourself with that," I offered, my tone devoid of warmth as I turned away from him, my focus fixed on the task at hand. With practiced ease, I retrieved the knife I had concealed earlier, its weight a comforting reminder of the power it represented.

　　"I am sorry for worrying a lot," Ares murmured, his voice tinged with regret. I closed my eyes briefly, steeling myself against the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

　　"Well, I suggest that you should stop it," I commanded, my tone firm as I turned to face him once more.

　　"I just can't help it-"

　　"But you have no fucking right!" I exclaimed, my words cutting through the air like a knife. The frustration and anger that had simmered beneath the surface spilled forth, a torrent of pent-up emotion that refused to be contained any longer.

　　As my words thundered through the chamber, a palpable tension hung in the air, the weight of my anger pressing down upon us both. Ares's expression crumpled, his features contorted with sadness as my accusations pierced through the facade of indifference he had carefully constructed.

　　"I have lost my baby recently and lost the man that I fucking thought would love me, and there you are... acting like I will forgive you after what you did to me," I raged, the bitterness of my words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Though a part of me reveled in the satisfaction of lashing out at him, another part felt a twinge of guilt at the pain I inflicted upon him.

　　But even as I watched his face crumble with sorrow, I felt no remorse for my actions. "Let's just say you have a reason, but you still ruined my image to the people of Moon Stone Pack!" I continued, my voice thick with emotion.

　　His silence spoke volumes, his inability to offer a defense only serving to fuel my anger further. "You have to stop doing it," I murmured, the weight of my words hanging heavily in the air.

　　I couldn't explain why I had lashed out at him so harshly, why the mere sight of his remorse stirred such a visceral reaction within me. All I knew was that I could not allow myself to be swayed by his words or his gestures, not when the wounds he had inflicted upon me still festered beneath the surface.

　　And as Ares stood before me, speechless and broken, I couldn't help but wonder if there would ever come a time when the pain of our shared past would cease to haunt us both.

　　As Ares stood before me, his expression a mask of sadness and resignation, a pang of guilt gnawed at my conscience. "I am sorry," I lied, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "I am sorry because I yelled, but that doesn't mean I am turning my pride down for someone like you," I added, my voice tinged with defiance.

　　"I will push you away, every day, every time you try to take me again, Ares-" I began, but he cut me off with a simple declaration.

　　"I don't care."

　　His words landed like a blow, the weight of his indifference striking me to the core. Despite my best efforts to distance myself from him, to erect walls of anger and resentment between us, his unwavering determination threatened to chip away at my resolve.

　　"Because I am not gonna stop, even though it's gonna take a lot of days," he asserted, his voice filled with conviction. "I am not gonna stop to show my love for you because I will not risk everything again that might lead to losing you. You're here with me, I will not waste that chance," he added, his words resonating with a sincerity that left me speechless.

　　No matter how much I've hurt him, he sticks around. But honestly, I've stopped caring about him altogether, and I don't think there's any love left between us. My mind is consumed with plotting Blaire's downfall for wrecking my life, and I crave seeing Ares suffer even more.

　　And honestly, it doesn't even faze me anymore.

　　At this moment, I find myself in the pack's garden, dressed in a gown, gently watering lifeless flowers.

　　"Isn't she the woman who left after being humiliated?"

　　"Yeah, that's her. Her Alpha went ahead and married someone else, which is both heartbreaking and kind of ironic, don't you think?"

　　I turned to face them, and they both met my gaze. They were the omegas of this place.

　　A smile crept across my lips as I walked toward them, noticing how they instinctively crossed their arms over their chests.

　　"Does talking about me bring you that much joy?" I inquired, a smirk playing on my lips.

　　The red-headed girl smirked. "Why don't you see for yourself?" she retorted, her smirk suggesting she thought she was being incredibly clever.

　　I chuckled softly. "I'd love to," I whispered back. "But I don't waste my time talking trash about people who don't even know me... And you seem to be the one obsessed with discussing me, so how about I ask you instead?" I added, taking a step closer to them.