Wendy was so determined, so sure that she needed to watch her cartoons on the big screen. She didn’t want to go home, and I knew why. She didn’t say it out loud, but her silence told me everything.

It was her mother.

Her father, Liam, was barely home. And it wasn’t because of work. It was because of his wife.

That woman… a narcissist. Selfish. Immature. A brat who never grew up, but unfortunately gave birth to an Omega destined to suffer in silence. Wendy.

I felt something like sympathy for the little girl, but there wasn’t much I could do. Liam had begged me not to get involved....