Piper
It had happened only a few months ago, but it felt as if it were yesterday.
That day, my mother had known she was dying. She had begged me with her last strength not to go to my father, not to seek help from that family. She told me he never even knew I existed, he thought she had died like most omegas who carried an Alpha’s child, or that she had aborted me to save herself. But when the doctor told me her time was running out, that there was a rare medicine that could give her another year or two if I could get it, I couldn’t listen to her pleas.
It was selfish, I knew that. She had begged me never to meet him, never to put myself in their hands. But I didn’t care. I would have done anything, crawled, begged, humiliated myself, if it meant keeping her with me just a little longer
