XLVIII

Kaiya

I sit in my office chair awaiting his replies. The pained little Omega who looks to be fourteen despite me knowing he is four years older than that fidgets for a while before looking into my eyes with sadness swirling and tears brimming as he speaks.

“I didn’t ask for it. I never do, but they always tell me I asked for it. My name is Ashley and I know it’s a girly sounding name, but I am not very feminine, or I try not to be. My uncle hates when I act feminine, or the man who calls himself my uncle. He’s not really. No one knows who my parents are. He’s the man who brought me home from the Omega house and gave me a room in his home when I was young and told me to call him ‘Uncle’, “ the boy cries.

“Please tell me more, Ashley,” I say as gently as I can.

“You could call me Ash, I prefer it,” he sniffles. “His name is Ervine Blackworth and he is related to the Beta family distantly. A cousin of some sort, perhaps. Anyway, he brought me into his home when I was eight years old