A Luna's Feigned Madness
At the anniversary party for my bonding ceremony with my mate, Sean Young.
His childhood friend, a top Omega soul-healing specialist named Jane Thompson, suddenly raised the microphone.
“You all might not know this, but our gentle and beautiful Zoe Quinn actually suffers from a severe case of Soul-Fading Sickness.”
She looked at me, her smile radiant.
“To treat her, Sean has sacrificed a great deal, even personally conducting desensitization therapy.”
“You might not understand what that means, so to put it simply, Sean temporarily marked me to achieve a therapeutic effect.”
“As his friend, my heart just goes out to him.”
A wave of contempt, mixed with a sordid, prying curiosity, washed over the faces of the guests.
My mate, Sean Young, stood beside her, his head bowed in a silent, damning confirmation.