Page 3 of Knot Their Omega
“Yes, Kamari?” I only use her full name to emphasize that I’m soaking in any word of advice she wishes to grace me with.
She may be eighteen now, but her life experiences seem far worse than mine.
“Whatever pack you end up choosing… make sure there’s a spark. For once in your life, you can envision what it would be like to love them. To be their Omega.”
Our intense stare makes my heart gallop in nervousness. I can see how her unique green-golden eyes twinkle with so many emotions.
“If it’s just a transaction in their eyes, walk away. They’re not worthy of you.”
She heads to the door but stops when she wraps her hand around the doorknob.
“Don’t let them steal that beautiful spark of yours. If you lose that… it’s even harder to rekindle it back to its burning glory.”
She leaves me with those powerful words, and all I can do is look down at the page I was writing earlier.
“Knot Worthy of Anyone…” I whisper and already know how I can embed these emotions into a song that can hit an audience overlooked in our fucked society.
Our world where Omegas are nothing but a transaction.
Reality Seen In My Looking Glass
~ASTRAEA~
“It’s such a blessing that you’re of age to start finding a pack, Sweetie!”I’m waiting for her next words, knowing damn well I won’t like them.3.. 2..1…“It’ll be grand to finally have some Alphas in your life so they can spoil me!”
It doesn’t matter how many times she repeats these words that can haunt me in my very sleep.
Despite their repetitiveness, they get under my skin every single time.
“Since I’ve raised and sacrificed so much for you, it’s only fair they spoil me with lavish gifts and immense gratitude. I mean, if I didn’t give birth to you, they wouldn’t have been privileged to have an Omega.”
“Mother.” I can’t even hide my displeasure. “You do realize that fate would have easily replaced me with some other Omega if that was the case.”
This entire conversation feels like a waste when I’m in no such predicament. I get more action in my wet dreams than in my stale real life.
Something about my resting bitch face and high standards for an Omega.
How can I not have high standards when connected to the Soleil Family?
Others would feel blessed to come from a wealthy family. It’s a shame that, in my case, my set of parents would rather wish I never existed than plague their unfortunate lives of mayhem and bankruptcy.
Delightful circumstances to flaunt in my parents’ eyes.
“But she didn’t,” my mother argues. “Or the Plan B would have worked!”
Ouch…
“I need to go, Mother.”
I’m done with this conversation.
“Hold on, Honey. It’s important we discuss things now that you’re of age!” From the slight uptick in her voice, I can tell she’s nervous.Not because of her previous statement, but the idea of not sharing what she wishes me to hear before I swiftly hang up.“There are three major Omega events coming up, and I know the government sent you an invite like every other Omega!”
Which isn’t any of her businesses, to be honest.
“Should I ask what that has to do with you, Mother?” Last time I checked, this was my uneventful life that she’s never been interested in unless it benefits her financially. That or makes her “look good” via social media and the news tabloids.
“I’m your mother!” She gasps in offense, reminding me of our blood connection as if I’ve dared forgotten. “What happens in your life is my business.”