Katala
“Tally, are you sure you don’t want to come with us to the celebrations?” asked my mother while giving me her back, so I could fasten a lovely silver necklace that my father had given her for her last birthday. She looked beautiful, dressed in a pearly white stola that cascaded elegantly around her heavy stomach. She was due to give birth soon and I was hoping to still be in the city so I could meet my new sister. They were naming her Tallora and she was going to be another Omega, which my father considered to be a lesson given by the Gods for his past sins. I still didn’t understand what he meant by that, but I was sure that having three Omega daughters couldn’t be as hard for an Alpha as he made it look.
The sounds of the fast drums coming from the back patio was allurin
