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Morgan's POV

My parents never succeeded in hiding their feelings towards me. Or maybe they never cared about how I would feel about it.

My mother was always the first person to throw silent jabs on my weight. She had set up a scale that she expected me to use and weigh myself every morning so I could see how much of a failure I truly was.

In a way, that mindset did work. I spent a lot of time staring at the scale, watching the numbers go up whole my heart beat plummeted.

Even now as I stood in front of the pack doors, knowing that they were all in the having dinner based on the lovely chatter that I could hear leaving the room, I still somehow could not bring myself to step in.

My heart heaved and I wiped what remained of the tears in my eyes.

This was supposed to be a new beginning for me. No tears.

Before I could convince myself otherwise, I pushed open the door, stepping into the pack house, my eyes instantly landing on the dining hall where they were all gathered.

The room fell silent the minute I got in, their eyes turning to stare at me in shock, my mum rummaging through my body with those condescending eyes of hers first before she let out a small nervous laughter.

" Oh Morgan....you are back."

It was a cold welcome. No, I had not expected everyone to be ecstatic about seeing me return, but judging from the fact that the last time they had seen their first twin daughter was two years ago, I was expecting more....joy.

" Yes mum....I'm sorry I interrupted dinner. I would have used the back door but it was sealed shut". I said, trying to hide my tears from seeping into my voice.

That was always the rule in my house..I had to always use the back door. My mum has argued that I was " unsightly"

" I don't want my guests seated and you just barge in with that....size of yours. It does not speak well of my name to have an overweight daughter! Your sister on the other hand..."

She had always ended that remark in that perfect spot, reminding me that my twin sister, Amara was the perfect definition of beauty.

Slender arms, beautiful chin and a body that would cause anyone to drool.

" Oh nonsense. You are the wife of Alpha Damien now. And a prestigious Alpha at that. You don't need to worry about following the back door" my mum said.

My dad had not even bothered to get up or even acknowledge the fact that I was standing in front of him.

No surprise there.

Amara got up, fake excitement in her eyes as she gave me a small awkward side hug.

" Oh it's so good to see you! I can see that Alpha Damien has been feeding you well. You have definitely doubled in size since the last time we met.

It's a good....sign I guess"

The silent jab hit me like a knife as I tried to smile even though I could see some curious pack members already snickering.

" Thank you." I said curtly.

I wanted all of this to be over so I can head into my room and let out the tears I have been holding in for so long.

" So when are you going back?" My mum asked.

I scratched my head slowly.

" About that....I am no longer married to him. I have decided that he is just no good for me. He cheats on me and he hits me. I am not respected in that pack and I have finally decided to call the marriage quits"

The words came out quickly like they were scalding the tip of my tongue.

My heart was still racing as I finally took in a breath, not letting my eyes wander again as I stared at the confused expression on my mum's face.

Then she broke into a laughter.

" Oh Morgan! You have always been funny. Such a good joke! Talking about divorcing a whole alpha like he is a common man!"

I watched her try to force the laughter out, her eyes still searching mine desperately like she had expected me to burst into laughter too but when I didn't, her face turned serious back.

" Are you insane?! Are you out of your mind? What the hell do you mean you divorced him? You? Divorce a man as handsome and rich as him? What do you even have going on in your head"

It was a different kind of hurt when even your own mother refused to acknowledge your pain.

I had not expected anything less, but it did not stop it from hurting.

" Mum....I'm your child. I just told you he hits me!" I let out.

She scoffed.

" So what if he does? I heard you well the first time! He cheats on you and you decide to break up with him? Don't you know it's because he can't stand you? Look at yourself! No man wants that!

I tried to tell you but you didn't listen. But now you have a good man and you divorce him?!"

Amara sighed loudly, exaggerated as she shook her head at me.

" I don't know about this sister....this feels like you overreacting to me. That Alpha really is a good man. And you got so lucky"

I gulped, trying to swallow my hurt.

" Amara ...the same man you had sex with the last time you visited my pack? You call him a good man? Or you think I would not find out about it?"

Her eyes widened.

"How could you..."

" what if she did?! Poor man was probably starving for the real body of a woman. Don't you dare slut shame my daughter!"

" I am your daughter too" I said, my voice breaking.

My hands that gripped the suitcase tightly now loosened.

I could not stand this. Why did this have to happen to me?

"  I wish you weren't. Everyday, I hate that I had to birth you. But what can I do? At least I get a perfect flower  like Amara out of this. You will be going back to him"

I shook my head, tears rolling down my eyes in waves.

" No I won't mum! He hurts me!"

" Fine then. It's either that or you stay in this pack, and be demoted to the position of an omega, a maid and a runt.”