Page 6 of Knot Their Omega

That’s the path my parents decided to take when it came to my mother.

I guess that’s how fucking messed up their living situation became.

My mother doesn’t get off that simple in comparison.

Omegas take Heat suppressants long enough, and next thing you know, you’re either losing your fucking marbles, having suicidal thoughts, or destroying your hormone levels to the point you may not be able to have kids because of the domino effect.

Once Dad realized this married pack life only consisted of appeasing my mother during Heat and nothing but constant pleading for them to buy her ABCD, they no longer could see a future with her.

Or me, I guess.

Truthfully, I don’t blame them for leaving. I may not be super old or experienced in this grand scheme called life, but there’s only so much financial and emotional abuse a man can take before they can picture themselves elsewhere.

With someone who makes them feel worthy as Alphas. With someone who isn’t in dire need to be spoiled with gifts and the latest Gucci, Prada, or Saint Laurent bags and accessories.

My mother’s lifestyle, in return, made me carry a disdain for luxury items without sensible reasoning. I won’t deny I had my share of branded items during my teen years, but you get a quick turn-off when you realize you’re becoming a photocopy of yournarcissistic, mentally ill mother who thinks the world is against her and she’s but an innocent maiden in need of rescue.

“It’s getting worse, huh?”

The purple-haired woman is now in front of me with a comforting smile on her red lips. Those lavender locks that hold a hint of curl cradle her flawlessly heart-shaped face and compliment her tanned skin.

Velvet is the definition of a rebel queen. What’s more empowering about her is that she had financial abundance and used it to not only take care of herself without a touch of gluttony but also aided many Omegas in my and Karma’s predicaments.

Where we need a way out but have nowhere to go.

She’s wearing a dark, wine-red dress that hugs her curvy body. Her red shoes are surely Christian Louboutin from an initial glimpse. She’s yet to put her contacts in, so her eyes are pure black. She enjoys changing her eye color just to mess with all the cocky Alphas in Knox’s gym, but I like to believe she does it more for herself.

I’ve never asked why.

“You’re reaching that limit, aren’t you?”

“I’ve probably surpassed it one too many times.” I laugh while my body aches in dismay when I try to rise up from my crouched position. “But can you blame me?”

“I can’t.” With Velvet, you don’t need to say many words for her to put all the pieces together. That’s one thing I admire about her.

She’s been a better mother to me—one who isn’t blood related—than my own, who carried me nine months and ‘attempted’ to raise me.

“Did you present an ultimatum?”

“That’s threatening in my Mama Dearest eyes because who am I, a young adult, to dare have boundaries and wish tonot be her punching bag for constant ridicule and debilitating scrutiny?”

Velvet can only sigh as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“You don’t think it’s the Heat suppressants? It’s been two years now, hasn’t it?”

Time flies.

“If it is, I no longer have the energy to care,” I confess as I tug at the straps of my gloves, allowing them to fall to the padded floor. “Like she said today, she’s only waiting for me to meet my pack so they can spoil them.”

“They can spoilher?” The confusion on Velvet’s face makes me laugh because it confirms I’m not hallucinating. I’m not the only one thinking my mom’s train of thought is borderline psychosis with a pinch of selfishness. “When she had five Alphas showering her with Dolce and Gabbana, Christian Louboutin, and every other luxury brand in the book, it wasn’t enough? She wishes to now benefit from her Omega daughter?”

I have to ignore the pinch of jealousy I feel at the mere idea of another female, especially my mother of all people, trying to sway and seduce my pack to gain a magnitude of benefits.

Disgusting.

“Yup, because she deserves it for raising me,” I summarize, leaving Velvet no choice but to shake her head in dismay.

“She’s going to be alone in this merciless world at this rate,” Velvet concludes. “She wants to grow old alone? Be an outcast from all her children? Does she not see her actions have consequences? That she’s pushing you away?” It’s as if Velvet is questioning herself as if she’s anything like my toxic mother.

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