(Lena’s POV).
Cold fear wrapped around my chest like a vice, tightening with each passing second. My breathing grew shallow, my pulse erratic as Jenna and her pack of followers closed in on me.
I had heard the stories—whispers of what happened to weaklings in Darmos College.
How Omegas who didn’t know their place were “taught lessons” in the most brutal ways imaginable. My stomach clenched at the thought.
And right now, I was in no position to fight. The bruises from earlier hits still throbbed beneath my skin, layered with the fresh pain from the hockey match.
Every movement sent jolts of agony through my ribs and shoulders. I could barely stand straight, let alone defend myself against Jenna and her group. My body was a map of past wounds, and they were more than willing to add ne
