"54"

Ahbaya remained silent. She kept her eyes on me, having that same dead look in her eyes. It’s as if she was expecting me to be here, to act out because there was not a single trace of shock or anger on her features. I straightened my back, matching the confidence she’s emitting.

“What do you want, omega?”

"Whatever I said back there, it’s not true.” I began to confess and yet it’s as if a cat was biting my tongue. “I know this may sound ridiculous — and you’re about to get married, but I want the two of us to go back to the way we were..."

Ahbaya rolled her eyes and snorted. As if the words that came out of my mouth were total garbage.

The thing is, I’m not good at apologizing. I’m not good at begging for someone to stay in my life. Why? Because even as a child, omegas like Chase, Yanzy and I were meant to feel nothing when the ones we love leave us. We were not meant to feel feelings. Martha always said when a person leaves your life it’ll never be the same.

They also say that a