Oliva's pov. “Have you discussed your parents liv?” Conrad, my boyfriend, asked for the third time this week. I heaved a sigh. I have been avoiding this topic because I don't know how my parents would react to the news of my engagement or wedding. To other parents, it would be a blessing, but to mine, it would be another avenue to remind me of how useless I was as an omega. "No, but I promise to tell them this evening at dinner,” I replied softly, trying to hide my uneasiness. “Okay, if you won't be uncomfortable, I can tell them myself; at least it would spare you all their insults and shouts,” he said, trying to calm me down. He knew how my parents maltreated me at home; in fact, I am sure the whole Oro pack knew about the Omega, whose greatest enemy were her parents. A sad smile tugged at my lips. “Don't worry about it. I can handle them,” I assured him. “Okay, I have to go and attend to something. I will call you back later. Bye, I love you.” “I love you too,” I w
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