You had just gotten home. The cut on your cheek your mother's wedding ring had given you earlier still stinging. You had to give it to her, 'omega slut' was a new one. We've finally moved on from whore.

You notice the door left open, not surprising. Your parents were gambling drunks after all. You shut the door behind you, placing the groceries you bought on the counter. As always, you felt bitter here. Those assholes couldn't even buy food yet they whine about wanting watches and dresses. It smelt like booze.

"Ack!" Your mother. You froze, your head shooting to your parent's bedroom.

"F*ck... ah! Get the hell off me!" Your father. It would be best if you run... right?

"Hey, boss! There's another one." A voice rang behind you. Shit.

A second later, the door to your parent's bedroom was opened, revealing an alpha. A dangerous one.

His eyes raked your body, his mouth upturned in a sadistic smirk at the sight of you.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing..."