Day My Life Went To Shit

Hello, my name is Rain Tomo. I am an Omega, and I also have a job as a CNA. Yeah, low, right, but to be fair, I love what I do. My mother passed away when I was young, and my father was never around. And when he was around, the lazy asshole was drunk. Being an Omega isn't the best, but fuck at least we can work and have a nice place to live doesn't mean we have to act like children. I worked the graveyard shift. I am also fucking sick taking my suppressants in the middle of fucking flu season fucked me up. I hate calling out, so I took what medication I could and didn't smoke. I pulled into work and sighed heavily. My heat was starting, so I pulled out a suppressant shot and took it.

And two huge men go around me. "Are you Rain Tomo?" they ask. Every inch of my body wanted to lie. I swallowed hard and looked, "Yeah, what of it?" I grit out. They pick me up and toss me in a trunk. I was a mix of pissed and fucking tired due to my medication. Once we stopped, they tied my wrists and brought me inside this beautiful mansion. I set myself in what looked like a study. I was breathing heavily fuck, and my medication was fighting. My suppressant shot was useless. I felt my heart rate increase. I gripped the rope and swallowed as my mouth got wet

I smelled a strong Alpha walk into the room. A deep voice told me, "This won't do.. I need to chat with you, but it looks like my little Omega is in heat," the man said. I hung my head, breathing, "I am sick. My medication is making my suppressant shot useless." I breath. I saw the shadow step out into the light. He was tall, had blond hair, and was in an expensive suit

Of course, it's the Mifia: "How much money does my deadbeat of a father owe you?" I say.

The attractive man, whose name I don't know, walks over to me and bends down. "80,000," he said. My eyes widened when I heard the number. "I don't have that kind of money," I said. The man grabbed my face and was inches away from mine. "I know, little Omega, why are you paying it off with your services to me?" he said. I look at the man. "What is your name?" I ask. The man leans on his desk. "Kenji Sato," he said.