I am a troubled omega, a failed descendant of a notorious rogue, and my pack, including my own mother, wrongly believes I'm responsible for my father's death. It's true, I didn't kill him. He was my sole confidant, my only connection in this world. With no other friends, I poured my heart into studying, graduating high school early with exceptional grades. However, those achievements meant nothing to my mother. The truth came to light when she discovered me retrieving a knife from my father's chest. The pain was deep, and as I pulled it out, I heard her anguished scream, filled with shock and disbelief. Standing at the edge of the kitchen, her hands covering her face, she looked pale and close to fainting. "Tell me, what have you done?" she asked, her voice heavy with accusation and disbelief.
