But then again… I kind of have the same story as you, Fred thought inwardly, his fingers tightening slightly around his glass.
I mean, my mother was an omega who gave birth to an omega son like me considered useless in my father's eyes. He brought another omega woman into our home and impregnated her. She gave birth to an alpha son… the kind of son my father actually wanted.
Fred's chest tightened at the memory.
I grew up in an orphanage too since I ran away as I couldn't take it anymore, Damien. I struggled all my life. But I never hated omegas… and I never hated alphas either. Maybe I didn't hate omegas because I am one. Because my mother was one. But then shouldn't I hate alphas since my father is one? And yet… I don't.
Rather than hate anyone, I just left. I left that house the moment they started treating me, my mom and brother like trash. I rather leave than wasting my time with useless people or staining my hands to take revenge when I know they'll eventually be purnished.
