The Beastly Alpha’s Mute Omega

“Riley’s POV I was only six years old, but my father had drummed many cardinal rules. I never thought the day I broke the rules would get so awful. Lost in the warmth of the summer’s sun, enveloped by the cheerful atmosphere as pack members and other children ran around playing recklessly, my spirits had risen and unbeknownst to me, my father had watched from the pack house as I skipped forward, my voice rising in majestic angelic tones as I sang from a space in my heart, where all of my pain and all of my hurt was washed away in a sea of calm and serenity.”