I keep in mind my dad's words.

Stay put, no need to show yourself and embarrass all of us.

He is an omega, he gave birth to me, but he never loved me like he did with my siblings.

I am the oldest one, the most mature, the kind and understanding, I can give my younger siblings my portion of candy, I can let them sleep in my bed, when they have friends over, I can do their chores.

My father's unknown, my dad had a one night stand with a man he didn't know, a decision he regrets till this day, but he decided to keep me, I wonder why.

Later, he married another man, they met each other in a small café in our neighborhood and instantly fell in love.

The man didn't care that I was in the picture, he smiled at me and treated me fairly well, but I could tell he wasn't my father.

I wasn't his blood, we never really got close. He was always polite to me, always tried to treat me the same as his children, but he couldn't.

My dad was smitten, when the babies, my siblings, were born, twins.

After that, I got no attention at all. I was taught to suck it up. Never let them know your feelings, if you're in pain, if you need anything, if you feel nauseous, nothing, just stay quiet.

I learnt how to make my own food, when I was nine.

I walked to school alone by myself, since I was ten.

No one questioned my maturity. They simply didn't care.

When it was revealed that I was an omega, no one said a word, just so what?

I worked my ass off every day to earn money for my suppressants. I needed them, I needed to stop my heat, I needed to get through it.

It didn't help most of the time.

My dad never told me how to get through it with less pain, he never told me anything, even if he was an omega as well.

But when one of his babies turned out to be an omega as well, he could gladly die for him.

At that moment, I knew there was no turning back, he would never love me as much as he loved them.

I would never truly be a family to him, to none of them.

I learnt to keep my mouth shut, to never talk, no one noticed anyway.

They didn't see me slip away, my dad acted like he cared about me, he really did, but he didn't know how much his words hurt.

He didn't know he was destroying me, ruining me.

Killing me.

He always appeared as my support, he told me to lean on him, that I'm too boring, too quiet, with no friends.

That I needed to stand out more.

Easy for him to say.

I always smiled, never let him know about me.

Because he never asked.

No one ever asked me about my feelings, about my well-being, about how I fell.

So I stopped caring, I stopped going to family dinners, I stopped smiling.

No one noticed any time soon.

No one asked me about school, if I was bullied or not, they just saw my grades drop.

The yelled, they said I was a disappointment.

Yes, yes, I was. And I still am.

But not the way you think, I am disappointed in myself, in my choices, in my life.

In my end.

To be continued...

Hello, I am Raven Mallory, I am the second son of the Mallory family.

My mom, the omega man, who gave birth to me, Leario Mallory, had me with a man he never met again, it was a one-night stand.

He never searched for him, never went there to ask for him, and when he found out he was pregnant with me, he couldn't find him anymore.

Sometimes, I wonder why my mom kept me. He doesn't particularly like me, he treats like a...stranger.

After two years into my life, he found a man he wanted to marry, Dominic Mallory, a dominant alpha he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Dominic had a similar problem to my mom, he already had a son, it was a child with the omega he dated before, though, after his birth, the mother left him to Dominic, saying she was too young.

Dominic took care of his son, Lucas, alone.

My mom moved in with Dominic soon after.

He took me with him, he presented me as his son.

I never got as much attention as Lucas did, my mom tried to treat him well, because he wanted to have good relationships.

Lucas loved my mom, but so did I.

Why couldn't he look at me? Why couldn't he love his own blood as much as he did Lucas?

I knew why, because I was never the child he wanted, I was the burden he got.

When I was three years old, my mom got pregnant with twins. I was over the Moon, little siblings, I wanted someone I could take care of.

I didn't want to be the youngest anymore. Lucas never even treated me well, he usually just ignored me, but I got it, he was also just a child, only two years older than me.

My wish never came true. My younger siblings never got to be taken care of by me. My mom never let me see them alone. He always complained I could hurt them.

But he let Lucas touch them all he wanted, he hugged them and kissed their cheeks.

I was left all alone. My "father" never really noticed, it wasn't as if my mom ignored me completely, he just didn't care as much as he did to my siblings.

They were all smitten with the little babies, they loved them eternally.

That's when I stopped trying. I was only eight years old when my mom slapped me, because I pushed my younger sister on the floor, I didn't want to do it, but I didn't notice her and pushed her.

She cried her eyes out. Mom came running and slapped me, he yelled at me for being a disrespectful little brat, and that he raised me better.

I just looked at him, my eyes swollen from the tears.

Leah, my little sister, didn't stop crying until I was in my room.

Later that night, I could hear them laughing downstairs, they had the TV on, watching some comedy movie for kids. They didn't invite me, they didn't ask me.

They left me all alone in my cold room.

My mom stopped waking me for school, he stopped giving me rides, he said You're old enough, walk there if you must.

I was ten.

I never had proper friends, I couldn't talk to anyone, I was scared of them all, that they'd laugh at me, hate me too.

I stayed quiet throughout my elementary school years.

When I got into high school, I tried to study as much as I could, but sometimes it just didn't go as I wanted it to.

I met a man, he was the same age as me, we were both 17. He was quite popular, we started dating, but since then, I had bullies.

They didn't want me to date their crush, their celebrity.

I sucked it up.

I never told anyone, not even when I was sexually assaulted by my bullies.

I never told anyone about the real me.

The me no one knew, the me I tried to hide so hard, the me I wanted to lose, the me I wanted to kill, the me I tried to wash off by clean water.

I just wanted to be alone, I never wanted anyone to find out, who I am.

Because then, everyone would know, how fucked up I am, how I can't ask anyone for help, how I can't speak up for myself.

What a coward I was born.

To be continued...

It was yet another school morning.

I had to wake up at 6 in the morning. I was tired and didn't want to get up, my muscles still hurt, my stomach was bruised.

I still remembered the previous day vividly.

The two alphas striking me with their fists and legs. They spit on me as well.

I felt ashamed, I felt disgusting.

To top it off, I had that nightmare again, the nightmare in which I submitted myself to these alphas, their disgusting touches and their lips on my skin. It makes me want to claw my skin out.

I always wake up with my heart beating fast.

"Another tiring day ahead of me."

I sighed and got up from the bed.

I brushed my teeth and put on my favourite yellow sweater. I combed my blond hair and put cream on my skin.

I walked out of my room, only to find Leah sitting on the stairs.

"What's going on?" I asked her.

"Mom's having a bad day again." she answered me.

"I see." I nodded. Mom was having his bad days too often these days, he'd always tell us to go to our rooms or to be quiet.

"He'll get over it soon." I told her and started going down the stairs.

"I hope so."

Leah was only 13 years old, she was still a young child.

Same with her twin brother, Jace.

They were both young.

Lucas was already 19 years old, and was studying in a college.

Mom and dad had high hopes for him, in Leah and Jace too, I was a... disappointment.

I wasn't that good at biology or math, I couldn't properly understand literature.

I was a failure in their eyes.

"Raven, take your siblings to school." mom yelled out of the kitchen, when he heard me walk down the stairs.

"But I have to go to my school!" I stopped in my tracks, their school was on the other side of the city.

"Don't argue with me, you can spare one hour for your siblings, no?"

"You know I have attendance!"

"Don't make it into so much drama." he came out of the kitchen, his expression was angry.

"Just take them, it won't do anything with your attendance."

I shook my head in disagreement.

"No." I said.

"What?" my mom was angry, his fave was turning red.

"I have to attend today! They aren't so little anymore, they can walk themselves!"

Slap.

My head turned to the side. My cheek burnt.

"How dare you talk back to me!?"

He yelled out at me.

"I told you to take them, so take them."

"No..."

I was stubborn till the end.

"Take them yourself." why should I care about my siblings, when you don't care about me?

I turned around and walked out the door.

"When you come back home, you'll stay in your room and won't come out until I say you can!'

I could hear him yell at me from the back.

But I didn't care, it was normal to be punished for something I can't do.

I had to be at school early today, I planned a meeting with my boyfriend.

He said he wanted to talk about something.

Maybe I should've just gone with my siblings that day, maybe then, I wouldn't have to feel the pain I did.

Maybe then, I would've wanted to keep living.

To be continued...