Ryan's POV

What a fucking mess!

Pinching my nose between my eyes, I try to fade out the ruckus around me. Hannah cried out loud, hiding her face in my lap. My mother yelled, at whom? I'm not sure; a little on us all, I think. My father tried to calm her down while lowkey scolding me. Martha trying to explain the cake, three young omegas claiming their innocents and putting the blame elsewhere. A throbbing headache is working its way up my ...