The dry and warm wind rustles my hair.I have walked quite a distance from the restaurant; I can no longer hear her voice as she calls me; in fact, all I can hear is Mum.Mum’s laughter in her prime as she would whisper that she loves me, that I was her treasure, her miracle birth until dad showed up with a two-year-old—the child of ‘this woman’ he made a mistake with.“It was one night.’He had said with tears in his eyes, as if he needed to show proof of guilt for us to understand.“She was an omega in heat, and I couldn’t help myself…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”The words were another slap in the face for my Beta mother."I can’t love it, Lucien…I can’t."I was five when she whispered those words to me, her suitcases were already at the door.My next words to her were, ‘I’ll do it; I’ll take care of her, so stay.’ I don’t know if she stayed because of me, and I don’t know if she had packed my bags too—I hope she had; either way, Maya has been my responsibility, no, at this point, m
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