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ACT I - Part III

Gasping, I sit up. I blink rapidly trying to make sense of my surroundings. Anime posters, manga filled bookcase, fish tank. My room? Wait.. how did I get here? I spring out of bed and race downstairs.

"Mom? Mom, are you here?" I look around, panicked. It's light outside, so I can't have been out that long. I'm turning circles frantically in my kitchen when my mom appears.

"Aki, honey! How are you feeling? Are you okay?" I run to hug my mom.

"Mom!"

"Oh sweetie, you poor thing. I can't imagine what that alpha could have done to you!" I pull away. That alpha? Is she talking about Leo? That can't be right.

"Leo? No! He didn't do anything!" Anything I didn't want, that is. "He really helped me. Kept other alphas away and even carried me to the nurse's office."

"Honey... you went into heat. You probably don't remember..."

"I remember perfectly!" I raise my voice.

"You were completely showered in his pheromones when I came to get you! Your neck was licked practically raw! Of course something happened!!" My mom grips my shoulders.

"No! He was only trying to help."

"Alphas never help omegas without wanting something in return. You were unconscious when I picked you up, you don't know what he could have done."

"He didn't do anything wrong! Do you want a pregnancy test to prove it?!"

"Actually, yes. I'm taking you to our doctor, and a pregnancy test is mandatory in this situation."

"Fine. If that's the only way to make you believe me."

However, even with the (obviously) negative pregnancy test, my mother was still certain that something had happened. She got me a therapist, started taking me regularly to an omega specializing doctor, and put me into an omega support group. The latter being the one I hated the most. I wasn't put back in school for the last couple days - meaning I couldn't see Leo again.

Furious and with nowhere to go, I started working out. Using my dad's dumbbells and routines I taught myself from the internet, I began to push myself to be stronger. I have to show her I'm strong enough. I know she won't let me see Leo again, but at least going back to school in April. Looking back, I don't know why I wanted to go back to school so soon. Teenagers are freaking crazy. Either way, those days began to blur together.

Each day became basically the same, and my daily schedule would look like:

- Wake up. Take suppressants. Workout.

- Breakfast. Take suppressants. Go to therapy.

- Lunch. Take suppressants. Go to the doctor's office. Run tests and talk about treatments.

- Afternoon jog - in the backyard because my mom doesn't trust me to go out yet.

- Dinner. Take suppressants.

- Omega support group.

- Study or read. Go to sleep.

My mom never let me go anywhere by myself after 'the incident'. I always had to have either her or one of my older sisters with me. Until I turned eighteen I was practically chaperoned wherever I went. It was smothering. The support group is the worst part though. For an entire hour, I have to listen to whiney omegas cry about all the terrible things they have to go through (suppressants, harassment, etc.) as an omega. But they were all recessive like me! Their pheromones are super weak, if they have any at all, and they're usually of average build and looks.