I spent days on the internet, searching for a cure, but I found nothing. I even called up an omega specialist trying to get an answer, but he couldn’t give me what I wanted either. 

I got hopeless and desperate. My little boy was claimed by some two-timing alpha bitch, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I was happy his heat had subsided, but there was something off about my little David alright. He’d hardly eat, and I caught him purring and muttering her name a couple of times. 

I wanted to murder that woman. But my research had shown that my son would probably suffer a lot if I did. According to some stories, he might even die.

I was looking up support groups for abandoned omega’s on Saturday morning, a little over a week after the incident when the doorbell rang.

When I opened the door, I looked into the face of a tall and slender, but broad-shouldered woman in a black pinstriped suit. She had long dark hair, tied behind her head in a neat bun and her eyes were the colour of Coca Cola. She looked composed, and as I began wondering what she was selling, she started speaking.

“I’m Christiana Fererra, are you by any chance David’s mother?”

The blood drew out of my face. It was HER. I took a step back and called my husband. The guilty expression on the woman’s face made me even more sure that this was indeed her. The bitch that stole my son.

“I am.” I said. My voice was shaking and I clenched my fists.

“I’m sorry.” The woman said. Like that was going to make everything okay.

“Can I come in?” She asked with that confident fucking attitude.

“No!" I screamed at her. “No you can’t. You stay away from my boy, you get that!? You fucking paedophile whore!”

She sighed and took a step back, then a hopeful voice came from behind me. “Chris?” it said. 

I immediately closed the door. Right in time to prevent the woman from stepping in. Her eyes were full of fire and her composure of a second ago was completely gone.

I spun around and caught David in my arms. He struggled to get to the door, but luckily Allen was already by my side and took the squirming kid off my hands.

“What’s happening?” he said, raising an eyebrow at the scene.

“Allen it’s HER. She’s here.”

“My alpha!” David screamed, kicking at his father’s legs.

“Stop it David!” He yelled. But David didn’t, so Allen dragged him upstairs and locked him in his room again. 

He kept screaming. This type of behaviour was hard to bear. I knew he was an omega, that he couldn’t help it. But for god’s sake, he was nineteen years old! He shouldn’t be acting like a little kid all the time.

When Allen came back downstairs, I had sagged down in front of the door. I don’t know if I was sitting there because my legs refused to move or because I was guarding it, but there I was. A mess. 

I was glad Gina wasn’t here to see this, she already had a mess of a little brother, she couldn’t see her mother cave in too.

“Is she still outside?” Allen asked.

I shrugged. I hoped she’d gone away, but hadn’t had the guts to look. Allen pulled me up and opened the door. 

The woman was standing on the street in front of our house, smoking a cigarette and looking up at David’s window. She looked completely different from before. Desperate, hurt, insecure. Her tailored suit suddenly looked too big for her.

Allen walked up to her and gave her a handshake. She threw her cigarette away, and after exchanging a few words with my husband, followed him back to the house.

I made the bitch coffee as Allen instructed. Normally I wasn’t that placid of a woman, but I really didn’t know what to do with the situation and I really hoped he did.

I could hear David still trashing around upstairs and I was fighting to keep back my tears. A mother shouldn’t have to go through this. Making coffee for the woman that caused me to lose my lovely boy. 

I wondered if I had any poison in the house to put into the whore’s coffee, but put the idea out of my mind. Killing her wouldn’t fix anything now.

I put the coffee on the table and sat down next to my husband. He was fingering a fancy-looking business card.

“Tell us what happened.” He said.

She looked flustered. Her cheeks were red and her nostrils were flaring. She was smelling him.

“Animal!” I screamed at her, spilling my own coffee.

Allen grabbed my hand and made me put my coffee down. His touch calmed me, but only a little bit. I saw the bitch swallow and then look up at us. The nerve she had, looking us straight in the eye.

“I sensed an omega in heat during my walk back home from a friend’s outing. I know how dangerous that is, so I decided to check if he or she was alright…”

“You were just chasing after him like the horrible alpha scum you are!” I yelled, but a firm squeeze from Allen’s hand shut me up again.

“… okay, so I saw that he was in trouble. He was down on the pavement, having a hard time dealing with, well… That. Also, he had a black eye and bloody hands, so I think someone beat him up before I got there. A group of six alpha’s was running up and fighting over him. I scared them off. I had hoped to get him to safety. I did this before. My friend… she’s an omega. When she got her first heat something similar happened, since then I’ve always tried… Well…”

She paused a second, various emotions flashing across her face, but I didn’t care. “Well?” I growled at her.

She blinked and continued. “So I asked him where he lived, but he was too out of it to answer, he didn’t have a phone on him either, so I called my friend, Aisha, the one that dropped him off, to come get us.”

So far, her story matched David’s… still I wanted her to give me a good reason to jam a knife in her face. And she was going to give me one, I was sure of it.

“She did and we got him to her home and locked him in the walk-in closet. We were pumping up an air mattress for him, when I… well I really needed to shower. Aisha said he overpowered her when she was bringing in the mattress. Next thing I know he jumped me in the shower and well… I’m so sorry. Aisha was too late, she threw me out and locked herself in with him. A couple of hours later she took him home.”

The woman looked down, and I noticed she was crying.

“I’m really so sorry… I know he had a boyfriend, I saw his keychain. I couldn’t… I tried. I really thought I was better than this.”

“Yeah well you’re not! You’re a fucking animal!” I yelled at her. Allen’s grip was the only thing keeping me from jumping over the table and pounding her head until it was nothing but a pulp.

“You’re married.” Allen said.

“I am.” She was still looking down.

“Do you have any kids of your own?” I was really impressed by Allen’s tone of voice. He was so calm, how could he be so calm?

“No.” She said.

I lost it. “Of course you don’t! You would’ve never pulled a stunt like this if you did!” I screamed at her.

“Your partner, is he or she an omega too?”

“No. He’s a beta.”

“Does he know about this?”

“Yes, I told him.” She was desperately trying to keep looking Allen in the eye, sometimes glimpsing at me through her tears. She was shaking. If she hadn’t been the fucked-up paedophile that hurt my son, I’d almost start to feel sorry for her.

“How old are you?” I said. It sounded like an accusation, and in some way it was.

“Twenty-nine.” She said.

“You should’ve known better.”

“Yes, I should have.” She said, looking me straight in the eye.

“Why are you here?” I asked her.

“To take responsibility.” Her answer was solemn and definite.

I didn’t know what to say. 

Lucky for me Allen spoke up. “Miss Fererra, we are not giving you our son. David is nineteen years old, he’s recently been hurt pretty badly by the love of his life. However happy I am that no one actually raped him, you’re not taking him from us. He’s going to be okay without you. He’d going to find a good man in good time and be happy. We don’t want you in his life and neither does he.”

He was stern and manly as he said it. It made me realise why I married him. My sweet beta husband was capable of using this tone against an alpha. I smiled, but my smile faded away quickly as the woman across the table started growling.

“He does.” She spoke in a low and threatening voice. “You hear him upstairs? You SMELL him? He wants me… He wants…”

Then her expression suddenly turned into shock. Wide-eyed, she clasped a hand over her mouth, got up and ran out of the house. 

The door closed with a bang ,and as I ran after her I could only see her Tesla speeding away with a velocity that certainly wasn’t conforming to the speed limit in this area. 

Well good riddance to her, damn beast.