Twenty three

*AALIYAH*

_*I am the bonafide queen with three alphas on my feet, the Omega of all Omegas.*_

My hand is completely on the table as the long-anticipated future draws near. I entirely remove my uniform as I confront my reflection in the mirror. Midway through, I turn to look at the scars on my back.

I remember my father's comforting words and his suffering. When I was fifteen, he told me stories while watching me nod off in bed.

"Aaliyah, my sweetheart, do you see this scar right here?" He turns his scapula toward me as he points at it. "I got it from my first combat. I was eighteen at the time, and I thought it was my final day on earth. It healed. So far, it's the closest mark I can acquire from an enemy's blade.” He beams. He puts out his wrist and says, "And this right here, it's my favourite. Mama was about to give birth to you but was too weak." He lovingly strokes my hair and says, "They think you're exceptional. You almost completely consumed all of her energy as you grew,