He is happy without me

Flashback:-

Everything aches, and she feels so heavy as she wobbles through town, shopping for all the last things she needs to execute her plan.

For the past hour or so, Allen had been to the supermarket to get some snacks and food to last her for the next couple of days; at the baby shop to get her son newborn outfits; then she went to the pharmacy to get some basic painkillers and vitamins; and after that, she went to the bank to withdraw any money she had. It wasn't much, but it was at least enough to get her started.

Of course, due to her very pregnant state, she had to sit and rest a lot in between, all the while trying to ignore the endless, shameless stares she was receiving. Rumors about her have been running wild since people started to realize that she was pregnant, and she hated every moment of it.

Allen couldn't wait to get as far away as she could from that god-forsaken town and all the stuck-up snobs that lived there.

Once she was done at his last stop, Allen began walking home, which was when she noticed him.

Damon, her Damon, was sitting with his sister and brother at one of the fanciest restaurants in town. They were laughing and clearly having a good time. Allen's heart ached a bit at how happy and content he looked.

'Without me.' her brain added unhelpfully.

Since she left the pack, she didn't see anyone; she knows sometimes they come here for a hangout, but not much to see her. This was the first time she had seen him since their breakup or since Damon rejected her like she was nothing to him.

Allen's whole body frozen in her spot, and she refused to take another step. Luckily, Damon couldn't possibly see her from where he was sitting inside the restaurant because Allen literally looked like a whale.

For a long moment, she just stood there and stared, despite how much her feet ached and how much she needed to get her heavy weight off of them.

When she finally managed to move, every step was difficult to take, and her breathing became heavy as her lungs burned because apparently, she stopped inhaling air at some unknown point.

What felt like an eternity later, she finally made it back to her rented house, completely out of breath, and her whole body was throbbing in pain.

It took Allen another hour or so to calm her racing heart and rest her aching body. As she sat on her bed, leaning back against the headboard, and stared at her phone screen, Damon's contact information was displayed on it.

Every so often, her thumb hovered over the call button, almost pressing down but never actually daring to do so.

A part of her was thinking that Damon had come back to find her to apologize her and to take her back, or talking to her; he looked so happy, which clearly meant he didn't want to see her and that he no longer wanted anything to do with her.

But another part of her thought that it must be a good sign to see him again for the first time on the same day that she planned to get out of town and live somewhere else.

Eventually, she just did it. After taking a deep breath, which did nothing to actually calm her, she pressed the button. Her heart pounded loudly, growing stronger with every ringing tone that sounded.

When it went to voicemail, Allen quickly hung up.

Shit, what had she done?

Damon clearly didn't want to talk to her, so why in the world would she ever try to call him?

When she looked at the clock, she noticed that it was already past seven p.m., which was when she was planning on leaving. It was a Saturday, which meant her roommate was off of work, so she started drinking earlier than usual, and by that time she was usually blacked out.

But Allen had to hurry, because more often than not, her roommate would wake up again after eight for another round, and sometimes, when she was particularly cruel, she would either slap Allen around or throw some nasty words at her. She still doesn't understand why everyone in this town hates her. Maybe because she is pregnant Omega without any Alpha. Society will never accept her.

Fortunately, her roommate was still passed out on the couch, a half-empty glass of whiskey in her hand, almost spilling over. Allen gathered her one small suitcase and backpack and grabbed the car keys from where they sat on the coffee table.

It took her a good few minute to get hold of the keys without waking her roommate, who was on the couch right next to them. Her heart almost pounded out of her chest, and even more so when the beta stirred in her sleep.

When she finally got them without waking her, Allen rushed out the door as quietly and quickly as she could, throwing everything into the car and driving off.

...

Present: -

Eventually, Allen cried herself to sleep, and when she wakes up in the morning, she feels like she hasn't slept at all. It all comes back crashing down on her even before she opens her eyes, and a small pitiful, broken whimper escapes her lips as she buries her face in the Alex pillow, inhaling the intoxicating scent.

When she finally finds a semblance of strength, Allen finally opens her eyes but still makes no move to actually get up, even though she probably should get up soon to get ready for yet another shift at the diner.

A few moments later, her phone pings, and with a deep groan, Allen finally peels herself up enough to grab it from the bedside table. Her heart skips a beat or two when she sees Damon's name on the screen.

After taking a deep breath, which does nothing to calm herself, Allen clicks on the text notification and holds the air in her lungs until the message shows up on her screen. The message contains the man's town address and then a list of a few things Alex needs for school.

Allen sighs and sends a quick reply that she can drop them off after work, despite Damon offering to come pick them up. The Omega wants a chance, as small as it may be, to see her son.

Not to mention that the last thing she needs right now is for Damon to come see more of where she lives and share further insults and jabs at how terrible it all is.

So, they agree on 5 p.m., and then Allen finally drags herself out of bed to get dressed and ready as quickly as possible, which leaves her just enough time to collect all the things Alex requested, so she won't have to come back after work.

Allen also picks out some new clothes for herself because there is no way she is allowing Damon to see her again in her diner clothes.

...

Looking up at the luxurious, tall building, Allen feels even smaller than usual. She's clutching the bag with Alex's things close to her chest, as she regrets every single decision she ever made. Perhaps except Alex.

What in the world was she thinking?

After taking a deep breath, Allen walks up to the doorman and tells him she's there to see Damon Will, like she was instructed to do. The doorman looks her up and down in distaste, then looks down at her list before reluctantly letting her through. And Allen has to clench her fist to not slap the sneer off his face.

Allen may no longer have the body or the wardrobe she used to or would like to have, but she just knows she looks good in her fitted black trousers and oversized purple wool sweater. She even put on some subtle but elegant make-up and styled her hair a bit.

So before passing her by and walking in, Allen straightens her back and sneers at 'Ram', as his name tag suggests, then enters the building with her head held up high, refusing to let anyone else get to her.

Just the lobby of the building is ten times the size of her whole apartment and definitely much nicer, too. When she agreed to come, she thought she would be saving herself some embarrassment by discarding the opportunity for Damon to see any more of where she lives. And, oh boy, how was she wrong?

The elevator trips up to the top penthouse floor was both excruciatingly long and not long enough. Allen does not feel ready for this in any way, but she knows it has to get done. All she can think about is getting an opportunity to talk to Alex, perhaps even smoothing things over.

Just before the elevator pings at the arrival on the top floor and opens its doors, Allen takes a sharp, deep breath, straightens her back, and holds her head up in preparation. She may not feel very confident right now, but she'd be damned if she allowed Damon another glimpse of weakness.

When she arrives at Damon's door, she knocks with a shaking hand and shifts her weight from one foot to another nervously as she waits for it to open but forces herself to a standstill when she hears movement on the other side of the door.

Allen breath catches in her throat when the door swings open to reveal Damon, who is devastatingly gorgeous, still wearing his tailored pants and a button-up shirt, with the top few buttons open to reveal a small strip of pale skin, contrasted with dark hair.

Before she can stop herself, Allen finds her eyes wandering down Damon's neck, but there's no visible bite on the pale skin exposed by the open shirt. Perhaps it's closer to the shoulder, hidden from sight. Then she quickly averts her gaze, hoping Damon didn't catch her observing gaze.

Allen has to restrain herself and use every single ounce of self-control she has to not let out the whimper bubbling inside her. She hates how much, even after all these years, all she wants is to just crawl up into those strong arms and forget the world outside them.

"Hey, Allen," Damon greets her, cutting her out of her thoughts. "Would you like to come in?"

No, she doesn't; it's the last thing she wants.

"Sure," she ends up saying, her voice thankfully stable and strong, and she hesitantly walks through the threshold when Damon moves aside to let her in.

Trying desperately not to gawk or look around in awe too much, Allen feels even impossibly smaller, and everything in her life, including herself, feels basic, boring, and inferior.