The Alpha Didn't Want Me

The lingering scent of bacon and eggs filled the small kitchen, a comforting reminder of her mother’s care. Tia, still in her purple pajama pants and white t-shirt, sat at the table, picking at her plate. Her mother, Charlotte, a vision of professionalism in her crisp blouse and blazer, was already by the door, purse and keys in hand.

“I’m late! I have to go, I’ll see you later this evening. I love you so much,” Charlotte said, planting a quick kiss on Tia’s head before hurrying out the door.

“Love you more!” Tia called out, a pang of guilt hitting her. Her mother worked tirelessly to provide for them, ever since her father’s death. Tia wished she could do more.

Later that evening, the aroma of teriyaki steak and rice wafted from the kitchen as Tia prepared dinner. She heard the front door open, signaling her mother’s return. But as Charlotte stepped into the living room, Tia’s heart sank. Her mother’s eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks stained with tears.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Tia rushed to her, engulfing her in a hug. Charlotte shook her head, trying to dismiss it.

“It’s nothing, love, I’m just tired.”

Tia saw through the lie immediately. “Mom, it’s okay, you can tell me.” They moved to the couch, and Charlotte finally spoke, her voice trembling.

“Information got out to rival packs, and I’m the only one who had access. They haven’t decided they will charge me for the problem, but I’m the only suspect, and I have no way to prove my innocence.”

Tia stared, disbelief washing over her. Her sweet, kind mother accused of betrayal? “Mom, we’ll figure it out. If they think it was you, I can always work, you can find another job. We will be okay.”

Charlotte’s next words sent a chill down Tia’s spine. “If they choose to charge me… I won’t just lose my job—they’ll kill me.”