I walk into mom's bathroom and see her pulling out a bunch of makeup supplies while looking stressed. Do I really scare her this much? I catch her eye in the mirror and she looks away quickly. I feel something rise up that surprises me.
Anger.
Why does she avoid me? Why is she scared? I’m a pathetic omega I can’t do shit to her. I don’t remember doing anything to make her avoid me.
“What is your problem.” I whisper angrily. “I haven’t done anything to you to make you angry. So why the hell do you not talk to me. Or touch me. Or even LOOK AT ME!” By the end I’m shouting and there are hot tears running down my face.
I immediately regret what I said when I look at my mom's face. She is finally looking at me.
Then she burst into tears.
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Elliot's POV:
I stare at my mother as she bursts into tears.
“I… uh…” I mutter as she ugly sobs.
“He was just so mean! You presented and he hated you! *hic* I need him! You, you’re just an omega,” her sobs die down. “Useless breeding machine.” I flinch. “He was going to sell you to his friends as a sex toy, but I convinced him otherwise.” I feel bile rise in my throat at the thought. “You should be thankful. I can’t be your mom, he… I need him, and you’re not worth making him mad.”
I stare at her registering all she said. My eyes well up with tears. “You don’t need him. He hurts you, he’s an asshole.” I say walking up to her.
“No! I need him, need him.” she mutters, rocking herself as she stares at the floor. I stare shocked. He’s broken her.
“Mom…” I say tears welling up. I reach out to touch her.
“No! Don’t touch me!” she flinches away from my touch.
“Okay, okay mom, just… Lets just do my makeup, okay. Can we do that mom?”
She stares at the floor a little more as her eyes clear up. She nods slowly collecting herself. “Yeah, yeah,” she clears her throat, “I can do that.” She looks at me before avoiding eye contact. Same old mom.
I look at her in the mirror as she covers my injuries, contemplating what had happened. I find myself angry over what my dad turned us into. I think about how it could be different if he wasn’t here, if it turns out the Alpha is my mate. Then I scoff at myself for stupid wishful thinking.
After mom finishes with my makeup I head to my room to change. You can still see some of the bruises but overall I’m pretty covered.
I slip on a pair of tight, light blue, ripped skinny jeans, an olive green tee shirt, and a pair of black Vans.
I find myself really wanting to look good for this. I know realistically I won't be his mate. It’s like mother said, I’m just a useless breeding machine, I’m not worthy to be a Luna. But… I really hope he’s my mate.
“Omega!” I hear father call from downstairs.
“Coming.” I say walking down the stairs quietly. Dad's eyes track my movements down the stairs.
“Glad you aren’t wearing that fag shit.” He says glaring at me. “Your pants are too tight.”
“Uh…” I say glancing at Lucas, he avoids my eyes and I see him sporting a black eye. I want to ask him what happened, but I’m pretty sure I already know.
“Get in the car.” Dad motions to me. “Maureen, stay here with Lucas.”
“Yes.” mom says, avoiding eye contact.
I follow dad out to the car. “We’re going to go, you’ll stand there quietly, then we’ll leave when the Alpha finds out you’re not his mate, got it?”
“Yes sir.” I mumble looking at my hands.
“Good, if you do anything to make me look bad, I will kill you, got it?”
“Yes sir.” I mutter once again.
“Good.”
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Sorry for the short update and long wait. I wanted the next content to go together in one chapter so...
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