The Beta’s Unwilling Bride
“What’s wrong?”
She lifts her head, her big brown eyes red-rimmed and filled with tears. “My friends… they won’t play with me,” she mumbles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “They said I’m an omega and I’m weak.”
I frown, brushing hair strands from her face. “That’s not true. What’s your name?”
“Lila,” she says, her voice small. “I’m six.”
“Six, huh? That’s a great age.” I grin, trying to coax a smile from her. “I’m Tessa. How about you and I play something? Show those friends of yours you don’t need them to have fun.”