MAYA:
Sitting in the small, cramped cabin with my parents and Rafe, the air felt insufficient to go around, making me feel like I was choking. Rafe sat across from them, his cold eyes bored into theirs. My parents looked at me like I was a problem they had failed to solve. Of course, I was a disgrace. I could never amount to anything in their books.
“Why is no one talking about your daughter? I asked a question, and I need my answers.”
My heart hammered against my ribs, because the fact that they were stalling meant that something was actually wrong.
Suddenly, my mother cleared her throat.
“Alpha Rafe, we have no clue what you speak about,” my mother said in a flat tone. She smoothed her skirt, refusing to meet my eyes. “Our daughter is an Omega, and that is all we know.”
She paused,
