Madeline:
After I came home and put my kids to bed, I sat in the recliner holding a glass of wine, tears still burning my eyes as I stared out the window at the lonely moon.
The clouds were thick, and even the stars didn’t seem to want to accompany it.
I sighed, watching the clouds try to hide the moon, but it kept appearing again, looking more beautiful each time.
“So, I was the problem,” I muttered, remembering their reaction when I got pregnant.
They all said they weren’t ready, or that I was just an omega to them.
It turned out the ones who claimed they weren’t ready already had someone else pregnant.
And for the others, I was simply an omega to them. Yet, one of them went on to date my omega step-sister.
So yes, I guess I was the problem. They didn’t want me in any way.
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