Chapter 4: _ Worthless Omega
Three Weeks Later
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Standing in front of my mirror, which had a sticky note that said, "Sparkle like you mean it"—Mom's favorite thing to say—I sighed, eyeing the reflection in front of me.
I wasn't sparkling, Mom. I barely felt like I was glowing. My outfit was the same one I had worn just two days ago.
After the Luna Hunt gala, Dad decided to take "control," like there ever was a time when he wasn't.
Know what that meant? Locking up my closet and replacing my clothes with what he thought was appropriate for an Omega. No more bright colors. No more fun. Just a bunch of beige and gray button-ups and pants that looked more or less like a napkin.
The stuff he picked out screamed, "You're no longer the pampered daughter, you're just... well, this."
"Well, María Jośe, you finally got your wish." I sighed, texting Juana; I'm heading out in a few. I don't think you should sneak out just to go with me. Let's avoid trouble, okay? Xoxo.
The only way Juana and I could communicate now was through texts. Dad put her with the other staff in the garden because according to him; an omega doesn't need a personal maid!
No more internet for me. My iPhone 16 has been replaced and changed to a fucking damn flip phone that only supports Facebook and a few emergency contacts.
I stood there, glaring at the reflection of myself drowning in one of Dad's new shirts—a sad, oversized thing that made me look like I was wearing a tent.