Page 5 of Knot Their Omega
“Y-You’re threatening me?” There’s the angered side of hers. “How dare you? I’ll curse you!”
“And you can let whomever you worship judge you,” I conclude, knowing well not to play to her desperate tune. “I need to start preparing for my future. To figure out this world of Alphas and Omegas and the society that enjoys tossing us up like prizes ready to be picked by the claw of fate. If you don’t want to help me have a fighting chance in this cruel world, stop relying on me to save you from it.”
How audible her gulp is.
“You had every tool to help you have a better ending than this, Mother,” I whisper as I move the phone from my ear once more and stare at the screen that displays what we used to be just a few years ago.
A whole family.
Not shattered pieces spread across the globe and only have one shared hobby: therapy.
“If you want to act like a victim until your last breath, so be it,” I conclude. “But I won’t be a part of that final chapter when my prologue is about to be written.”
My own words haunt me, even as I hang up the phone. I can only embrace the silence that dances around me in the currently empty gym, leaving me wishing that life wasn’t so heartbreaking.
“If only she could see through the looking glass of my reality,” I whisper to myself and laugh because of how entertaining that would be.
My mother would find a way to bring it back to herself. To wrap the situation around how she struggled in life and despite it, she’s a strong Omega who’s on another level of popularity and grace compared to all these ‘low-class bitches.’
I can see why her life is all but a sad conclusion of what happens when you isolate yourself from the world for the sake of your Alphas but self-destruct by ruining everything around you.
Until you have absolutely nothing.
No friends. No family. No place to call home.
I pity her, and that’s why I’ve stayed this long.
The truth is, I’ve run out of fucks to give. After so many years, there’s only so much you can take before every petal of hope withers and leaves you with an empty steam of hopelessness.
“No more family shit,” I whisper to myself as I throw the phone to the padded ground and proceed to slide on my pink boxing gloves.
Staring at my target, all I can do is look at the hanging leather while I open that cage of brewing rage.
“No matter my reality, I won’t become the photocopy of my own demise.”
I seal my words with a slam of my fist into the punching bag.
Encountering A Sinful Temptation
~ASTRAEA~
“Should I ask who pissed you off?”
I’m dripping in sweat, the beads rolling down my flesh like raindrops and littering the mat beneath my feet. I always take precautions, even if the gym is empty, which is exactly why I’m still training in the Omega section of the gym. It’ll give the Beta janitors an easier chance to clean up my mess before the masses of Alphas fill this place up.
“You already know,” I finally answer the looming question. It makes me smile, despite my foul mood, as I lift my head up enough to confirm the tall woman at the doorway, admiring my breathless, crouched self.
“Mama issues.”
“When is it not mama issues?” I laugh. It honestly feels pathetic. Being nineteen and dealing with issues with your parent wanting to financially benefit from you versus what I’m sure so many other newly young adult Omegas deal with.
I should be worrying about when I’ll find a pack and if they’ll even want me. Not stressing over how my mother may set me up for failure because all her concern revolves around a rich pack that can “spoil” her since she’s suffered for years ‘raising’ me.
Yet, she won’t acknowledge how bad she must be for your Alphas to say ‘no more.’
That’s the ultimate truth when it comes to this unique dynamic in our society.
Alphas are born with all these needs that can only be suppressed, not completely revoked from their genetic systems. They can take scent and rut blockers and, aside from the lengthy side effects, can live exceptional lives without an Omega.