Wolf Shadow Academy

Chapter 2: A Living Nightmare

Elena’s POV:

And the blood? I still feel it on me.

I don’t know whose it is. I don't know how it got there. But I know it's mine now. Somehow, some way.

My name is Elena Grey, and I am nothing.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m an Omega—weak, fragile, and meant to be used. I’ve spent my life trying to disappear into the shadows of Lycan Ridge Academy, hoping no one notices the mess I’ve become. But, of course, life doesn’t work that way. Especially not here.

The students here, they all know their place. The Alphas, the Betas, they walk around with pride, their eyes filled with superiority. And then there's me—shivering under their stares, trying to shrink myself to avoid being noticed.

I always knew Lycan Ridge Academy would be a nightmare. But I didn’t expect it to be like this.

“You are an Omega. The lowest of the low.” I’ve been told that since the moment I stepped foot into this academy. Or rather, since I was dragged into the academy, and I know it’s true. I’m small. I’m weak. And I’m completely alone.

Every day is a battle, a war I’m destined to lose. It starts the moment I wake up in my cold, barren dorm. I barely have the strength to get up, but I have no choice. I have to go through the motions. I have to survive. Even though every fiber of my being wishes I could just disappear into the shadows.

The other students at Lycan Ridge? They don’t notice me unless it’s to push me around. Alphas strut past like they own the world, Betas sneer at me as though I’m beneath them, and the other Omegas don’t even spare me a second glance. They know I’m nothing. And they make sure I know it, too.

Every day is the same—being shoved aside, being ignored, being bullied. They take my food when I’m not looking. They tear up my things. They mock me.

But it’s not just the other students. It’s the teachers too. They barely acknowledge I exist. No one cares. No one ever has.

I tell myself it’s okay. I tell myself I’m strong enough to handle it. But the truth is, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

The only thing I have left is a small bit of comfort. I steal books from the library when I can. The forbidden ones. The ones that tell stories of powerful Lycans who overcame impossible odds. I read about them in the dead of night, imagining what it would be like to be them, to have strength and power. To be someone who matters.

But even in those moments of escape, a voice in my mind reminds me— you’ll never be one of them. You’re just an Omega. Nothing more.

The thought weighs on me like a stone in my chest. And then there’s Carter Steele.

Carter. The academy’s golden boy. The Alpha that everyone looks up to. Strong, powerful, and feared by everyone. He’s perfect in every way. And I’m supposed to be his mate.

It’s laughable, really. Who would want me? I mean, I don’t even want me.

But when I was called into the Blood Moon Arena, the place where mates are revealed, I thought... maybe, just maybe, there was a glimmer of hope. Maybe it was my chance to prove I’m worth something.

I stood there in the arena, surrounded by the other Lycans, all of them watching, waiting. My heart pounded in my chest. Maybe this is it. Maybe I’ll finally matter.

When Carter stepped into the ring, I froze. His presence was like a storm, sweeping through the arena. Tall, broad, his black hair and piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. For a second, I thought I saw something in his gaze. A bit of recognition, of connection. But then… nothing.

“I'm rejecting you, Elena Grey." Carter’s voice sliced through the silence. It was cold. Heartless. “You’re nothing but a stain on this academy.”

I swear, the world around me went silent. My knees buckled, and for a moment, I thought I might collapse. My heart shattered into a million pieces, and I couldn’t even breathe.

Carter rejected me.

But it didn’t end there. His hands were on me then, pinning me to the ground, his claws grazing my neck, making me feel small and insignificant. His face was devoid of any emotion as he held me there. And the crowd… they cheered. They cheered as he pinned me down to the arena.

Sophia, his chosen mate, stood off to the side, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction from how I was being treated. “Know your place, Omega,” she sneered, her voice dripping with cruelty.

The words rang in my ears, echoing in my mind. I don’t matter. I was never meant to.

The humiliation burned through me like fire. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t even move. I was paralyzed by the weight of his rejection.

The crowd was still roaring with approval of what Carter had just done to me, but I was nothing. Just a discarded piece of trash to be thrown away. I was dragged out of the arena, my body limp, my mind numb. I was nothing more than a joke to them all.

They threw me into solitary confinement—as my punishment for daring to taint Carter’s honor.

And in that moment, in the cold, empty silence of the cell, I realized something.

I would never be anything more than what they made me. A weak, useless Omega. I would never be strong enough. I would never matter.