Ch. 2.2 Nana

Zyair jolted awake from the clamour coming from the first floor. He can heed his father's angry voice, shouting at his Nana.

Still in his pyjama, he walks toward the commotion, blinking his bleary eyes. he can see his father and Nana talking in a loud voice while his new Momma is trying to hold his father down.

"Momma? Why is Dada angry?" he said, making all the people look on his way. uncomfortable with the gaze, he walks towards his Momma's side, hoping to hide on her leg.

"My mistress said that I'm supposed to be the one caring for him, not somebody else. I've been in this household since my mistress entered this house, just because I confess my feeling to you, you want to dismiss me." Hearing his Nana's shrill voice, halt him on his step. He has never heard his Nana speak or even use that tone when talking to his father.

"Because not only that you confessed, you want me to divorce my wife and marry you."

"Fine. I'll go but I'm taking him with me."

Zyair cried out when his arm was held in a vice-like grip by his Nana. "Dada, it hurts!" he cried pitifully, his Nana never hurt him so why now? he wants to go to his dada.

"Nana, It hurts Nana" using his small hand, he tried to pry his Nana's arm. He is afraid. he doesn't like his Nana.

"Don't come any closer or I'll kill the child!" She threatened, producing a knife from her jeans, aiming it at the crying child in her grip. she is at her wit's end. Too desperate, even going as far as wounding his neck to prove her point. she cared for and loved this child as her own life. She dreamed of them—Brandon, Zyair and her—becoming a family. Yet all her fantasy shattered, gone by the wind when the new mistress appears.

She began taking care of Zyair, going as far as sleeping in his room when the child is afraid. overtime, she has taken over her job, making Zyair too attached, and now, she is even pregnant with a new baby.

Brandon stop on his track, look at his son squirming at his Nanny's arm, he can see a small flow of blood coming from the cut of his neck. His son whom he loves so much is in danger yet he doesn't know what to do.

"Give me back my son" Gemma cried out, prying open the arm holding her in place. hearing the energetic boy whimpering makes her heartbreak over and over again. She has known him for over a year now, it was like love at first sight, one look at his chubby and cute face, she is smitten.

"He is not your son! I'm taking him with me! Don't try to follow me or I'll kill the child!" She declares, making her way to the door.

"Please, I'm begging you, not him. anything but him, You want me to go out on this house? I'll gladly do so." Gemma's pleading voice, looking at the child, too afraid to speak, outstretching his hand towards his parents. Hoping for someone to get him out of his Nana's arm.

"I want you to bow for me, the two of you!" the biggest insult for alpha is bowing to someone, much more, bowing to a beta. She likes the two Alpha to bow and grovel to her feet.

Without any preamble, the pregnant Alpha stooped and bowed on her feet, looking at her husband, trying to make him do the same thing.

Brandon bowed, looking at the person giggling on the front. He really wants to kill her, one punch and she would be dead. A puny beta testing his patience. Yet, that puny beta is holding his son's life.

"I changed my mind, Don't ever follow us or Zyair will be dead." Declaring that, she departed into the house never to be seen again.

For three years, Zyair lives with his Nana, they would always be on the road. He really missed his Momma and Dada, he wants to see them. When he first raise the issue, Nana had gone ballistic, slapping him on the face telling him that his Dada doesn't want him anymore. he knows that his Nana is lying, if Dada doesn't want him anymore then he should have never kneel when she requested it.

He is afraid, Afraid of his Nana. She keeps on saying nonsense like should be the one marrying him not his stepmom. Over time, their appearance becomes blurry on his memory but he would never forget their scent. the scent which calmed him when he is petrified. The scent which always makes him comfortable. The scent which always makes him feel safe. The scent of parents, of family, of love.

"Zyair, we will go to the testing centre, don't try to escape again or else I will punish you!" His Nana said, dragging him towards the end of the line.

He is now ten years old, an age where they will know their second gender, whether they will be an Alpha—The top of a food chain, always the businessman, successful person. The winner in life. A Beta—A normal person, mediocre. And the last but not the least, The Omega—the most precious of them all, omega is consisted of just one percent population in this world, Omega whether a man or woman can give birth to a child—a pure Alpha child, making the government and their family cherish them for their future offspring. only an omega paired with alpha can give birth to a pure one.