Ever since I was little, I was always the victim of my mother's anger. She always forced what she wanted on me and always wanted me to be number one.
Even though I tried my best to do it, nothing I did made her feel happy or proud for once. Everything in her eyes that I did always seemed wrong.
I don't understand why she thinks that way, or maybe it's because I'm an Alpha? The species she hates the most.
It also made me feel like I hated Omega, because they could only blame the situation and say everything was the fault of the Alphas. And I grew up believing that and hating every Omega I met.
Even hating my own mother, when I heard about her death I felt so relieved like there was no more burden that I had to accept because there would be no one to scold me later.
