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Then I realized it was. I gave up my job for this godforsaken show, which meant my apartment wouldn’t be mine for much longer. There was literally nothing and no one here who was worth staying for.
“Alright. I’ll be there tomorrow.”
“What?” he gasped. Clearly, I wasn’t the most agreeable, he sounded shocked. The reaction pulled a strained chuckle from me as I hailed down a cab and gave him my address.
My phone was blowing up and I saw the producer’s name on my screen but I simply shut my phone off. They could all fuck off, every fucking one of them.
Their job was to deal with the fallout. Mine was to escape.
Ellie
Cameras followed me as I ran from my apartment to my pickup truck. I’d loaded everything I owned into the back while my amazing landlord screamed at the horde of paparazzi as I organized it all in the truck.
My disguise clearly did nothing. I’d tried to use a ball cap and tucking my hair back, throwing my hood up, and looking as generic as possible. Of course, they’d seen right through it. They were good at their job, that much was clear.
Dodging the flash of the cameras, I threw the last box into the back and secured it before turning to the amazing beta who’d been like a mother to me for the last few years. My sweet landlord had gone out of her way to help me leave, including throwing out the lease agreement.
“Thanks, Bridgette,” I told her as I threw my arms around her. She hugged me back just as tight and let out a soft sigh.
“You be safe and stay low, sweetheart,” she said firmly. Her protective side was at full force right now. “I’ll make sure they let you leave.” She tapped the bat in her hand against the sidewalk for good measure and a few of the smarter photographers backed up a few feet.
“I’ll call you,” I promised as I rushed for the drivers’ side. She knew where I was going, she was one of the few I’d told. If word got out, my life would continue to be chaos and I was looking for a break from this reality.
“Eleanor, can you tell us why you’re leaving?” they demanded. “What happened in the finale that led to this? What can we expect? Did the pack hurt you in some way?”
“No comment!” I yelled in frustration. “Just get out of the way!” I’d had enough after dodging these assholes for an hour while I packed my life away in moving boxes.
Thankfully, my furniture was in good condition and Bridgette offered to keep it and offer out the apartment as fully furnished. It was a win for both of us since she’d given me my deposit back and was going to lose out on rent for the next six months my lease was for.
“Can you give us anything? Which pack did you choose? Are they following you to your destination?”
This time, I didn’t bother to give them any sort of answer. I knew the network was handling the media on this one, but I was sure my grand escape would fill the tabloids tomorrow. Happy packs don’t just flee their homes right after what was supposed to be a happy ending.
The headlines would be brutal and I could already picture them.
Did this season ofMy Fairytaleend in heartache instead of happily ever after?
They, honestly, should thank me. The mystery alone would have people rushing to subscribe to their streaming channel.
Eight packs, two omegas… it was supposed to end in both of us omegas finding a pack. Instead they played me. Used me for entertainment. The pack I’d dated, had intimate moments with, and started to fall for, rejected me… and in two short weeks when they aired the finale… let’s just say my worst moment would go viral and I’d likely never outlive it.
True to her word, Bridgette stood next to my truck and yelled a battle cry as she swung the bat in an arc, nearly taking out cameras and people alike.
Once I was safely out of my street and past the city traffic, it felt like I could finally breathe.
The whole fiasco was my own fault. I never should have trusted a fucking dating show to help me find my future pack. But after years of failed dates and one terrible ex-boyfriend, I was ready to hand the reins over to the supposed experts in their field.
Trevor, Jacob, and Bear had seemed so genuine. We had what I thought was a mutual attraction and were building the foundation of something that could have been permanent.
The entire scene replayed in my head. Me in my gorgeous dress, full of anxious—but optimistic—energy. My choice in pack was dressed in their suits and looked incredible. Morgan, the other omega and who I thought was a friend, was beaming as she stared at the pack I thought she’d pick.
Instead, they chose her.
Now that I was free of the set and driving hundreds of miles away, I knew I’d have to be brave and watch the show back. Seeing myself on a fucking television show would be awkward enough. But I also wanted to rip the Band-Aid off and see if I was just wearing blinders, or if they’d fooled everyone else, too.
My phone rang and I clicked the dashboard screen to answer Micah’s phone call. My brother was my current savior and giving me a safe place to lay low.
“How is it going, my little outlaw?” the asshole crooned before cracking up.
