My name is Hinata Chan and being gay was never my biggest problem. I actually embraced it coming from a household with two dads. My papa was an omega and my father was a beta, and not just any beta but the beta of this pack.
"Honey, the kids can come down at anytime," I heard my father try to whisper as I made my way down the stairs. Then the dreaded sound came, my papa moaning.
I groaned to myself as I resisted the urge to vomit. I loved my parents dearly, and I grew up in a healthy household. With three older siblings all being betas, I was the only Omega amongst the bunch.
And that there my friends lies my biggest problem. If you haven't guessed it let me spell it out. I grew up in a harmonious bubble, not understanding that growing up in a house filled with love didn't go on beyond these boarders.
Slap, beat, punched, kicked, you name it; I experienced in this pack after finding out I was an Omega when I was 10. Hell I had even been nearly sexually assaulted a few times, and there was once an attempted kidnapping once it was determined I was an omega. My pack treated omegas like shit, but they treated male omegas even worst despite how rare we were. Realistically a lot of packs did, some even downright using them to breed and and disregard when they got what they wanted.
My once close relationship with my older siblings had even grown apart. After being teased of having an Omega sibling we grew apart, or rather they flat out started ignoring me and ignoring me being bullied and tormented in school. My oldest sister Mary Chan was my saving grace as she was a year older than me who loved to pick on me, but you could never bully me with her around.
Having two older sisters and one older brother, Mary was the only one I had a relationship with. My oldest brother Trace was married to his mate living in the Silver Paw pack and we rarely spoke. My sister Tracy's brain was all lollipop and gum drops, too small to even look beyond makeup and boys. Coming from overly attractive parents, Tracy inherited my papas asian slanted eyes and jet black hair with his full lashes, but she had our father full plump lips and his height. While I was only 5'6 in height my sister was 5'9. She and my other sister Mary looked alike, but Mary inherited my fathers blond hair, and his brains as she was training to become the next beta of our pack, The Blood Claw pack.
"Move it loser!" Tracy muttered pushing me out of the way to go down the stairs.
Right did I mention the alien was my twin sister. I looked like none of my siblings, in fact despite my sisters georgous face she had an average body. Whereas I looked like my father with my papas cat shaped eyes, while all my siblings had my papas choclate brown eyes, I inherited my fathers striking green eyes. Compared to my two sisters who were model like tall but extremely lean in their frame, I had an extremely curvy body for a male. Something I noted the opposite sex had started to notice the older I got. I think Tracy despised me for it, as she hated being compared to me. Despite all my bullying, even I was aware of my attractiveness. There had been plenty of times my 'bullies' had tried changing their tune with me as their hormones started to rise. I rolled my eyes at the thought.
"EW!" I heard my sister squeal. I smirked heading over to the dining table to grab breakfast from the full platter papa had laid out.
"Papa! Dad! That's gross," she squealed with a twisted face.
"If we weren't so gross, you wouldn't be here now missy,"Dad chuckled kissing the mating mark on my papas neck as he grinned wickedly, while my papa blushed tomato red.
The urge to vomit grew stronger at their affection towards each other.
"And on that note I'm leaving," Tracy grumbled grabbing a bacon off the plate I was creating for myself to eat as I heard her obnoxious friends pull up outside to pick her up for school.
"Hey thats mines," I spat, glaring.
"Oh bite me," she muttered slamming the door behind her.
"Morning family!" Rebecca chirped as she came in my house without knocking.
"Morning becky," My papa smiled as he flipped a pancake with my dad still hugging him from behind. My dad waived his hand in acknowledgement.
See my parents were an extremely loving couple. My papa grew up being abused, and my father was his best friend growing up, trying to protect him. My papa was older than Dad by a year so he knew they were mates before my Dad did. At first he had considered rejecting my Dad, thinking my father could do better than him but my father confessed to being in love with him before they even knew they were mates. Knowing the bond may have had a slight play in things, Papa still chose to be with dad since he profesed his love before even knowing they were mates. They ran away together before settling into this pack and having my siblings and I.
"Ready to go?" Rebecca asked snapping me from my thoughts.
"Oh, sure," I said grabbing my pink backpack as I stood up. I adjusted my sweater as I swung it over my shoulder and waived to my parents. "Bye guys see you tonight."
"Be safe baby, message me when you get to school ok," my dad said giving me a pinning look meaning he meant business.
I pouted, trying not to roll my eyes. " Yes dad."
As you can guess my father babies me, and doesn't understand I'm seventeen with my birthday already 8 months away. He didn't even do this to Tracy. I understood a lot had to do with my papas past and a few situations I had been in, but my biggest problem I mentioned earlier my father isn't aware of. If my father only knew how much hell I went through in school, he would probably lock me in the house and never let me step outside.
"Oh Hinata if I had an ass and a face like yours I would start an only fans," Rebecca randomly stated in a dreamy tone as I turned to open the front door.
Pin drop. I squeezed my eyes shut at my idiotic friend and her rambunctious dialouge.
My dad growled at her words as my papa chuckled.
"Lets go you idiot," I muttered grabbing her hand and shoving her out the door as she laughed obnoxiously, ignoring my fathers angry shouting behind us.
Jumping into her jeep as she started talking about things I could care less about, I zoned off. While I dreaded going to school, there was one thing I was looking forward to. Mitch Calwell, a small smile tugged on my lips at the thought of him. He was 6'2 with an extremely ripped body and striking sapphire green eyes, and the watermelon smell that drifted from his inky dark black hair he loved to rake his hands through caused me to bite my lip. He was just so attractive, and while all the girls in my school loved him; so did all the boys. Yup, Mitch was bisexual.
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