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Middle Child Syndrome

_ _ _ _ MXFXF relationship. Please read the note. Please add it to the collection then and support me. All feedback will be appreciated She was not the heiress, the eldest, or the youngest. She just existed in the family, keeping her head down and letting herself wash away until she could leave. "I tried standing out, staying quiet, and even voicing my thoughts. But no matter what I do, I am never acknowledged. Does my existence even matter? After all, it's not like anyone in this family even likes me." Rika Goodwill was the shame of her family. Born the middle 'beta' child of a prominent Alpha-Omega couple, it was natural for her to be neglected compared to her perfect Alpha brother and sweet Omega sister. Her situation outside of her family was no better. People avoided her because of her mafia family and judged her nature without a second thought. Her only friends were the 'sweetheart couple of the century'. But Rika had somehow become a third wheel between their bickering and frequent breakups. Over the course of her 17-year-old life, Rika had come to accept her fate and move on. After all, no amount of complaining would ever change her situation of being a third wheel. Collage was supposed to be her big break. It was supposed to be the time Rika had for herself, where she could feel like herself, so she applied for a place where no one knew her. This was supposed to be her lucky break! Rika was supposed to get away from her worsening life. But neither her family nor her 'friends' were ready to let her go, and it did not take long for her peaceful life to turn sour. ____________ This story will have a straight pairing as well as Yuri and is an omegaverse as well. Female Alphas are Futas. If it's not your cup of tea, leave before you enter. Leave a lot of feedback for me

Holy_mackrel · Urban
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74 Chs

Ch 56: Cannot take 'no'

The car ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence, and Natasha was relieved when they finally arrived at the mall, with Rika trailing behind her. 

But even if they were walking together, Natasha had yet to decide what to talk to Rika about. 

She knew she needed to break the silence and speak up before it was too late, but the words seemed to evade her, leaving her mouth dry and her mind blank.

'Rika is one of my kids. I raised her until this point, but I cannot remember a thing about her right now. What does she like? What can she talk about?' Natasha's mind was a whirlwind of questions, her heart heavy with the weight of their strained relationship.

Ultimately, Natasha discussed a topic that always caused her clients and associates to start talking.

"So, did you recently change your perfume, Rika? You smell a little different today. Did something good happen to you?"