Sloane’s POV
The next afternoon at university, I’m sitting on a stone bench near the athletic quad, trying to eat a dry bagel before my next lecture, when laughter erupts nearby.
A group of university cheerleaders, led by Mindy, a flashy Delta who hangs around Judy’s circle, approaches the quad. They’re dressed in their bright team uniforms, looking sleek, popular, and entirely out of my league.
"Look who it is," Mindy snickers loudly, stopping a few feet away with her hands on her hips. Her friends cluster around her, giggling. "The pack's resident charity case."
I keep my eyes on my books, trying to ignore them, reminding Zia to stay low.
"Oh, did I hurt the poor Omega's feelings?" Mindy steps closer, intentionally kicking my backpack off the bench. My notebooks and pens spill out a
