Chapter 112: ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE

NICHOLAS’S POV

In the evening, I was alone in my room with the laptop resting on the desk in front of me, going through the information Adrian and I had managed to collect throughout the day.

We had actually found more than I expected. Most of it had been scattered across old company pages and documents that were barely accessible anymore, but there had been enough to put together a rough timeline of my father’s life.

I saved everything Adrian had found and went downstairs when I heard the others preparing for dinner.

Everyone was already around the dining table when I arrived.

Elijah was leaning back in his chair with an expression of complete dissatisfaction, apparently still suffering from the boredom he had complained about earlier.

Adrian was eating quietly while Roman and Cassian were discussing something that had happened during their workout.

I took my seat beside Adrian, and he looked at me briefly before turning his attention toward Elijah. "Since you’ve spent the entire day complaining about how boring this place is, are you still convinced there’s nothing to do here?"

Elijah immediately sat upright. "Obviously. We’ve been in this penthouse for days. I don’t understand how all of you can stand sitting around here doing the same things every day."

Adrian gave him a knowing look. "Then you should be happy to hear that we’re going out tomorrow."

That changed Elijah’s entire expression.. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Where?" He looked so excited.

Adrian took another bite before answering, clearly enjoying the fact that Elijah had suddenly become interested in the conversation. "We’re going to follow up on the information Nicholas and I found today. We have several places to visit, starting with the workplaces connected to his father."

Elijah’s excitement disappeared almost immediately. "Oh."

Cassian laughed. "You were expecting an amusement park."

"I was expecting something that didn’t involve company shit." Elijah scowled, running a hand through his hair.

Roman shook his head. "You’re the one who complained about being bored."

Elijah glared at him. "That doesn’t mean I want to spend an entire day researching somebody’s employment history."

I couldn’t help smiling. "You don’t have to come."

Elijah looked at me, then at Adrian, before sighing. "No. I’m coming."

Adrian raised an eyebrow and Elijah shrugged. "If we’re doing this for Nicholas, then I’ll help. I just thought we were finally going somewhere fun."

"We might find something interesting," I said.

"That’s what you say when you’re trying to make something sound less boring, and it’s not fooling me. It’s just boring."

Cassian laughed again, and even Adrian smiled. I listened as they discussed what time we should leave and which places we needed to visit first.

Adrian had already arranged the information according to the timeline we had found, so tomorrow wouldn’t be random.

Later that night, after everyone had gone upstairs, I returned to my room and changed for bed. I had barely sat down when my phone vibrated on the mattress beside me and I picked it up.

The unknown number was messaging me again. "I won’t help you find out who your father was, but I can help you understand some things about him."

I stared at the message, confused by the distinction.

I typed back, explaining that I didn’t understand what they meant. If they had information about my father, then why couldn’t they simply tell me who he was and what had happened to him?

The reply came after a short wait. "I think you need to see it for yourself."

A document appeared beneath the message and I opened it.

The file was far more detailed than anything Adrian and I had managed to find.

It was a lot about my father’s activities including organisations he founded. I sat back against the headboard and began reading from the beginning, wondering if I’d find anything interesting.

Then I reached one detail that made me stop.

My father had been an Omega.

I read the sentence again, but there was no mistake. My father had been an Omega just like me.

I continued reading, feeling even more curious. According to the records, my father had grown up in an environment where Omegas were treated as inferior.

He had been bullied throughout his early life and repeatedly denied opportunities because of his designation. The document described incidents in which he had been expected to serve under Alphas without question, something he eventually refused to accept.

Instead of submitting to that system, he began speaking publicly against it.

At first, his efforts had been nothing more than little stuff. He wrote, spoke at gatherings, helped other Omegas who were being mistreated, and collected accounts of discrimination. Eventually, he established the civil rights organization we had found earlier.

I moved closer to the screen and frowned. The company hadn’t simply been a business. It had been created to fight for Omega rights.

My father had started it years before I was born, and the organization had grown steadily as more Omegas became involved.

The document contained records of petitions, protests, public statements, legal campaigns, and other efforts intended to challenge the way Omegas were treated by powerful Alphas.

I kept scrolling, then I reached the section about me.

My father’s actions had apparently become even more aggressive after my birth because I was an Omega too.

The document explained that he had become increasingly vocal about the need to protect Omega children from being raised in systems that automatically placed them beneath Alphas. He had organized larger protests and encouraged other Omegas to speak publicly about their experiences. More people joined the movement, and what had once been a small organization became something that threatened the hierarchy of packs.

Some Alphas supported the movement, but many powerful ones saw my father as a threat to the existing order. They started labelling him as an agitator, before tagging him as a rebel.

I stopped scrolling.

Rebel? That was what they had called my father.

I stared at the screen for several seconds before continuing.

The document went into greater detail about the protests and the conflict they had created between my father and several Alpha-led authorities.

He had refused to stop, even after being pressured to do so.

I looked down at my hands. All my life, I had thought of my father as just someone who died protecting us. But I didn’t know about his actual life.

My mother had never described him as a rebel. She had never told me that he had spent years fighting against the same system that had made me feel ashamed of being an Omega.

I went back through the document from the beginning, reading it more carefully.

There were photographs included in some of the records.

I found one of him standing among a group of people outside the civil rights organization’s old headquarters. He looked younger than I had imagined him, but I instantly stopped to stare at the picture well.

Interesting.

I scrolled down again. There were records from after my birth, including several reports about protests that had grown larger because more Omegas had joined him.

The movement had caused serious disagreements within different packs, and eventually authorities began openly describing my father as a rebel whose actions threatened the established order.

I leaned back against the headboard. "So that’s who you were," I whispered.

I hadn’t expected this.

My father had been an Omega. He had spent his life being treated as though his designation determined his worth, and instead of accepting it, he had fought against it. He had built an organization around that fight before I was even born, and after I was born an Omega as well, he had pushed himself even further because he didn’t want me growing up believing the same things people had forced him to believe about himself.

I looked at the document again, my eyes still searching the words.

There was so much about him that I had never known.

But at least I knew now that my father was a good person. And I knew what he was involved in.