Samantha couldn't sleep that night when Lacy had told her about what happened to Sune Joon at the age of thirteen. It was hard for her to grasp the reality that Theresa could do this. How could a mother do this to her own son or anyone? But as said, it was known Theresa had a history of raping Omegas. She didn't discriminate, even attempted to do so with Lacy.
The Alpha went down stairs to get her a bottle water. Once she was able to get a couple of gulps of water, she went to the living room and sat down to just think.
Samantha stared at the ceiling fan, its blades slicing through the stale air with mechanical indifference. Each rotation echoed the grinding thoughts in her mind: Theresa's face, Sune Joon's terrified eyes at thirteen- oh how terrified he must have been, Lacy's trembling hands as she recounted the story.
