Clara
We got home. Mom didn’t say a single word on the way back. I still didn’t fully grasp the weight of what had just happened. They couldn’t be serious. Labeled me an omega just because Roxana didn’t like the way I smelled? That was nonsense. I was sure my parents wouldn’t do something like that. I’d always been their beloved little daughter.
Mom called Dad.
“Ashton, we have to cancel dinner. Clara’s still not feeling well. It’s better if she stays home. I’ll stay with her, and you have dinner with the kids. Victor leaves tomorrow; who knows when we’ll see him again. Have a good evening,” Mom ended the call and looked at me worriedly.
“Mom? Why did you lie to him? I feel fine,” I said.
“You feel fine? I’m the one with a pre-infarction state, Clara.”
“Mom, what’s going on? Explain,
