Episode 1 - the beginning

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.