Thirteen

Kira

My heart was constantly hurting from the realization that the alpha would never accept me. I was, after all, a dirty Omega.

Mom had no idea about my problems.

The woman had a lot on her plate already. It was going to break her heart to tell her that Alpha was my mate. I turned to face the wall while lying on my thin mattress as her footsteps drew near.

"Kira, honey, are you okay?" My mom's voice pierced through my thoughts. She held a bowl of soup.

"I'm fine, Mom," I lied, forcing a smile, but she knew me too well to believe it. She touched a fading scar on my arm.

“Talk to me, sweetie. Are you having issues with Zion or Amari? Did anyone make offensive remarks to you? She asked, trying hard to guess the reason for my sadness.

"No, Mom, nothing like that.”

“Don't give me that,” she said, opening the window to let in fresh air. “Since when did you start hiding things from me?”

She launched a mini-rant about how I had become so sad and secretive.

"Please stop, Mom,” I groaned, turn