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So, I 1) apologize for not updating for a while, and 2) apologize because several times I've referred to Riley as 'Alex,' who is my default OC. I've attempted to remedy this, so please bare with me.

Also, there is only one chapter left :)

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The front door slammed shut, shocking Riley out of her sleep. She drowsily raised her head, tipping it slightly as she listened for any signs of life in the house. But there was none. She pulled herself to her feet and tried the doorknob, surprised to find it unlocked. Ever since she had ruined Michael's work, he had been locking the closet door whenever he wasn't home. However, for some reason, today was different. Riley stepped outside and hurried over to the front door. Locked from the outside; same with all of the windows. Not that it really mattered; she had no reason to go outside, no one she could run to.

She turned back to the kitchen, searching for something. She didn't know what she was looking for, but would know the minute she found it. Something that could kill — no, save her child. Something that could save her child from her alpha. She pulled open a drawer, and her hand came to hover over the large breadknife. No. A knife would be too messy and too painful; Riley needed something that would ensure the job would get done. However, she placed it on the counter, just in case. Then she resumed her search, opening the fridge. There were only two beers left, which meant alcohol poisoning was out too.

The kitchen offered little, as well as the living room, and she moved up the stairs to Michael's bedroom. She searched for pills perhaps, something that she could take. But the upstairs was immaculate, and the medicine cabinet was locked tight. Riley growled in frustration, suspicious that Michael had already omega-proofed the house. She turned back out of the bedroom, growling in frustration. There had to be something. Anything in this goddamn house that could help her.

She paused by the spared bedroom, eyes focusing on the phone. She could call for help. Find a way to contact Castiel and have him come save her. She immediately pushed the thought away. She couldn't bring Castiel into this; she couldn't bring any of them into this. Not now, not ever.

She walked back down the hall, eyes flickering around desperately. She reached the top of the stairs and paused. They were hardwood, shooting steeply down into the foyer. This could work. She ran the arch of her foot over the hard edge of the top step before taking a step back. This would work. She rested her hand on her stomach, and her eyes closed as she felt the warmth of her skin. It was still flat, not yet giving away the fact that there was a pup growing inside of her. Her pup. Fear bubbled in her stomach; her pup was still small. Maybe falling down the stairs wouldn't kill it.

She stepped up to the top of the stairs and closed her eyes, reaching behind her to lock her hands behind her and keep her wings pinned in tightly. She had to try. She took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Then she stepped forward.

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Riley slowly opened her eyes. The ceiling spun above her, and the omega closed her eyes as pain rushed through her nerves, lighting them on fire. Her arms throbbed, her abdomen ached, and her legs — Riley blinked open her eyes. She couldn't feel her legs. She painfully tipped her neck. They were still there. She tried to move them, but nothing. Panic boiled up inside, and the omega tried to stand up, but fell back over in pain. Her back was on fire, but anything past her pelvis was just numb. Riley whimpered, turning to look out the window. The sky was growing dark, and with a jolt of panic she realized that she had been unconscious almost the whole day. Michael would be home soon. That realization had her rolling over, desperate to find her way back into her closet. He couldn't find her like this. Black spots clouded her vision, and she collapsed.

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Hands shook her back into consciousness. Riley opened her eyes with a small whine. A hand came down across her cheek, and she yelped in pain. Then all the pain came rushing back, and dropped her head back against the floor.

Michael shook her by her shirt, trying to bring her back into consciousness. "Riley?" His voice was sharp. "Omega. Look at me."

Riley forced her eyes open, focusing on the alpha's chin. Another whimper slipped past her lips.

"What happened?"

"I-I can't feel my legs," she got out, desperately trying to hold back tears. "Everything hurts b-but I c-can't feel my legs." She buried her head in her shoulder as hot tears streamed down her face.

"That's not what I asked." Michael forced her head straight so she was looking at him. "Why did this happen, omega. Answer me."

"I'm so sorry." Riley blindly reached out, grabbing desperately onto his shirt. "I'm so sorry, Alpha. I had to do it."

A warm hand came to rest on her pelvis, and she whimpered again. Then Michael pushed down sharply, eliciting a cry from the small omega. "Is that why you did it?" he growled. He looked over to their right. "You purposefully fell down the stairs just to kill your own pup."

Riley sobbed, trying to pull the alpha closer, needing someone to make her feel safe. "I-I couldn't—," she cried. "He wasn't safe. N-Not with you."

Michael abruptly stood up, and Riley keened, spreading her wings out in submission. "Alpha." She felt him circle around her, and she closed her eyes, waiting for his punishment. Then she screamed. A boot came down next to her head, shattering the large bone in her wing. Her back arched off of the ground, and her spine screeched in protest. Michael circled back around her before doing the same to the other wing. This time, Riley only whimpered, the pain forcing unconsciousness upon her mind.

Michael knelt down beside her, resting a heavy knee on her abdomen. "I told you what would happen if you did this," he warned. "Do you remember what I said, omega?"

"Just kill me."

"No, I don't think so." Michael suddenly hauled her to her feet, having to support all of her weight as he legs and wings dragged uselessly behind her. "Killing an omega is still a crime. However, abandoning one for dead has a less unpleasant consequence." He forcefully dragged her out of the house and threw her into the back of the pickup. The car roared to life and pulled out of the driveway, tearing off down the road.

Riley painstakingly pulled herself to the edge of the truck, peering over the side. The ground sped by, and wind whipped her hair and feathers. Michael accelerated angrily, sending her sliding to the back of the pickup bed. She wasn't sure where they were going, but she knew she wasn't coming back. She pulled herself back up, arms dangling over the side of the truck. She could end this now. End it all before Michael could.

With a sudden burst of strength, she pulled herself up and over the edge. The pickup disappeared from under her, and then she was falling. Pavement collided with her face, and there was a bright flash of color. Then everything went black.