hapter 12
Valencia’s POV
No, not this time. I wouldn’t let my life he sacrificed again. Not r anyone. I was done playing the role of the helpless Omega, waiting for someone to save me.
This time, I would be the one doing the saving.
I walked back towards my bedroom, feeling like I was forgetting something extremely important.
I entered my room and sprawled on my bed, gazing at the ceiling above me, I felt drowsiness take over me. Then my eyes. shot open.
The Academy. Of course, how could I forget. I turned of age yesterday which meant now I was allowed to attend Moonveil Academy. In the past I had been ecstatic about it and had registered a week in advance, which meant today was supposed to be my first day.
I thought about it for a while. Feeling lazy. Did I really have to attend? In the past I had studied hard, with two majors, running myself thin just for the possibility of being able to help Jaxon with pack matters in the future.
Right now I already have the necessary knowledge to be able to either become a hospital nurse, or get an accounting job in a prestigious firm. However I had no proof or certifications for it.
Fuck. There is now way I was going to go through all of that again. I’d rather just pick one major that’s easy and guaranteed to land me a job in the city when I inevitably run away from the pack in the future.
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I smiled thinking about it. Of course I had no reason to stay in this stuffy household now, I could leave anytime I want.
But first, I had to get ready for colleg
I quickly slipped out of the dress I’d worn last night. The once–beautiful fabric was ruined, the deep crimson stained and crumpled. It was unsalvageable now, but I didn’t throw it away. Instead, I hung it in my wardrobe, letting it serve as a reminder of the beginning of my freedom.
With that taken care of, I headed to the bathroom. The moment I caught my reflection in the mirror, I winced. My left cheek was swollen and tinged red and would undoubtedly be completely healed nightfall. Jaxon’s was already completely healed, but that was because Alpha’s had healing abilities ten times faster then that of an Omega’s.
The slap didn’t hurt as much as it should have, not as much as his hits usually did, but the anger simmering beneath my skin wasn’t so easy to dismiss.
It wasn’t the first time Jaxon had hit me. But I vowed that it would be the last.
Turning on the shower, I let the cold water cascaderover me. It shocked my system; jolting me fully awake. Once done, I wrapped a towel around myself, towel–dried my hair, and slipped into my Moonveil Academy uniform: a navy blue and white checkered skirt, a crisp white shirt, and a beige vest. The ensemble was far from flattering, but it would do.
Since it was the first day, wearing a uniform was mandatory.
Grabbing a claw clip and a brush to fix my hair later, 4 slang my bag over my shoulder. Moonveil Academy was a prestigious institution that taught young shifters how to hone their abilities and blend seamlessly into human society when needed. It was located on neutral pack lands, making it one of the few places where rival packs could interact without immediate bloodshed.
ypically homeschooled to “safeguard” us from the dangers of rogues or other In the Wolfe pack, Omegas like me were wolves. But as part of the Kallistar family, the pack’s second–in–command lineage. I was afforded certain privileges, like attending Moonveil Academy. Even as the bastard child. Not because they cared about me–but because my absence would
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reflect poorly on the family.
Still, I wasn’t here to bask in prestige or prove my worth to anyone. My mind was already made up. If I stayed, I knew my fate: Jaxon would hound me until I either succumbed to his control or was sold off to some elder Alpha as a second wife.
I quickly climbed down the stairs to find the driver already waiting and I slipped inside the rolls–royce sweptail
After about thirty minutes, the academy loomed ahead of me as the car pulled into the driveway. Its sprawling gothic architecture reminded me of a castle. Students milled about in groups, their uniforms pristine, their expressions a mix of excitement and nerves.
1 stepped out, feeling the curious stares directed my way, and healed inside. Why was there such a stir? I hear the hushed whispers and my eyes zero in on the probable culprit. Of course how could I forget!
Anastasia was also attending college at the same time as the 1k at her smirk and curved eyes, but turn around paying no
mind any more.
Out of sight, out of mind.
The first task was to choose my classes.
I walked into the registrar’s office, where an Omega woman was monitoring a computer. Her eyes flicked to me briefly before returning to her screen. “Enter your choices here,” she said, gesturing to a keyboard.
I already knew what I would pick. First, Humanomics–a class designed for wolves who wanted to integrate into human society. The administrator’s raised eyebrow didn’t faze me. Humanomics wasn’t the choice most “respectable” omegas made, as part of a pack it was more common for them to stay in pack territories forever and only occasionally mingle with humans.
I also chose Criminal Justice as my major.
It was practical for two reasons: One, it was the fastest track to a degree, and two, I didn’t want to touch math or science with
ten–foot pole. Those subjects I was already fed up with, and they didn’t spark any interest. Besides, the thought of imprisoning Jaxon for a future crime was oddly satisfying.
In my past life, I’d been stupid enough to major in both accounting and nursing–thinking they would make me a valuable, Luna.
sacrifice my time and energy to help Jaxon manage his accounts and patch up his soldiers during the war. And
what had I received in return? Betrayal.
As the day progressed, I kept my head down, attending a couple of introductions and eating lunch alone. The exhaustion. from the lack of sleep started to creep in, making me groggy. I ended up napping on one of the benches, during a break between classes.
By the time classes ended, I was ready to go home. A car was waiting for me as I stepped out of the academy gates, but instead of the usual driver, a familiar figure with pine straight cherry–red hair and piercing blue eyes leaned against the car
door.
A smile tugged at my lips. “Marcele-”
Before I could finish, a hand clamped down on my shoulder from behind, and mocking laughter filled the air.
“You’re really sullying the reputation of such a good school by attending it,” a familiar voice sneered. It was Anastasia.
The whispers of the other students started immediately, sharp and cutting.
“Whore.”
“Infertile.”
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“Slut”
“Useless omega”
My heart sank, the words hitting harder than I’d expected. I clenhed my fists, willing myself to stay calm, but the world around me began to blur. My chest tightened, and my breaths ne shallow and fast.
Why is this affecting me?
I had told myself I was stronger now. That their opinions didn’t matter. But the weight of their stares and whispers clawed at my chest, dragging me back to the helplessness of my past life.
I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe.
The ground tilted beneath me, and I stumbled, falling back into someone’s arms. Strong hands steadied me, and I blinked up, disoriented, to meet a pair of unfamiliar eyes
His expression was unreadable as he looked down at me, his hold firm but not rough.
The world spun as I tried to ground myself. My chest heaved, the panic still bubbling under the surface
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and steady,
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I nodded weakly, my legs trembling beneath
- me.
Who was this man?
