Hector

I walked into the wedding celebration in hopes of finding the Omega from the mall. I saw her seated, her back facing me.

I walked hastily towards her, as if, if I took my eyes off her, she would disappear.

Everyone froze, and then she turned to face me, her expression filled with awe—or was it disgust?

I was a bit disappointed she didn’t wear the clothes she had been eyeing, but I was at least glad I saw her.

A guard had just called her Luna when I complimented her. It meant ...