Selevara's POV
Come morning, the training yard was already full when I arrived with the other omegas. The wooden posts and sparring dummies were in sight. Warriors circled the space, their shouts and grunts loud as ever before. I hated this place. Every other Omega did. It wasn’t just the bruises and the endless drills, it was the stares for me. Every time I stepped onto the field, eyes followed me, it was always that of mockery.
I kept my gaze down, clutching the worn practice dagger I’d been handed. My leg still ached faintly beneath the bandages, but I forced myself not to limp. If I showed weakness, they’d eat me alive.
We paired off to practice stances. I moved quietly, careful not to draw attention, but of course, that didn’t last.
“Look at her,” a voice sneered across the yar
