"Mommy," I heard a voice near my ear. I was so tired that I didn't want to answer.

"Mommy," the voice called again more persistently. I reluctantly opened my eyes to look at a pair of innocent grey eyes staring back at me.

"Wake up Mommy, It's 7 a.m. I have school," the little boy said pressing my cheeks with his little hands.

It was my son, Twen. He turned 7 just this year. I don't know whether it is fortunate or unfortunate, but he had his "Dad’s” features, ‘curly black hair, grey eyes, and smooth olive skin'. His face was just a little roundish as he was still young. Hah! How time passes. It feels like yesterday that he was crying in my arms, and now he is bossing me around.

“Mommy,” Twen called, looking at me with a pout.

He looked so cute, being angry and bossy. I laughed, pulling his cheek, which he did not look so happy with. Being called ‘Mommy’ as a guy was slightly awkward. But then again, I gave birth to him so that's how it should be right?

"Yes! Yes, you naughty little demon. I am getting up," I said, staggering to my feet. I was still feeling a bit dizzy as I worked late yesterday. So, I was feeling quite tired, but I couldn’t be lazy.

Twen looked at me with slight concern in his eyes. He was a really good boy. For his age, he was quite understanding and mature. He was my pride. I smiled at him to make him feel less tense. Patting him softly, I hurried towards the bathroom, quickly brushed, and prepared breakfast for him. As he ate, I packed his bag, tied his shoelaces, and sent him off on the school bus.

"Have a good day," I called as the bus left.

Now, it was my turn to get ready! I work as a Chef in a five-star hotel chain called 'Exquisite'. Today, I had the afternoon shift, but still, I didn’t have much time left after sending Twen off. Poor Twen, at such a young age, had to be alone half the time. I wish I could take more days off, but it was not possible, since I needed to keep my earnings stable. For an Omega, I was already lucky to have a stable job.

I quickly took my shirt off, tied my shoulder-length brown hair in a bun, and went into the bathroom. In the bathroom mirror, I looked at my pale skin; even though I'm a chef, I'd lost too much weight. My ribs were visible, and my face looked thin. It was quite unsightly to see my aquiline nose, long neck, and pale pink lips, which made me look like an addict. I sighed. I have to start eating healthier food before I shrivel up and die. The only feature of mine I took pride in was my big almond-coloured eyes. For better or worse, that was the only thing that looked pretty on my otherwise thin face.

I turned on the shower and felt the warmth of the water relax my muscles. I combed my hair with my fingers and quickly put on some body wash. As I reached my nape, I felt a scar. It was a bite mark! A mark that shows that an Omega was taken. How pathetic! I can't even have a romantic relationship with anyone because of this stupid mark. While the Alpha, who is supposed to be my soulmate, must already be married with kids by now. Well, not like I am looking for romance. I gave up on love long back. Now, I am happy with my Twen. But this mark had done one good thing for me. Since a bonded Omega's heat can only attract their Alpha, it wasn't going to affect anyone else. So, as a bonded Omega, I was able to get a proper job, though I hid my true sub-gender as beta.

I quickly dressed in my chef coat and pants, carried my shoes and apron in my bag, and got into my Toyota. Driving on my way to the hotel today felt great. After all, I was promoted to Sous Chef yesterday. My income increased by twofold, and so did my responsibilities. I would be able to put Twen in a better school now. I wanted to give him the best education. I am also planning to open a restaurant someday but until then, let’s work hard!