LEAH’S POV
I can feel the heavy eyes of my classmates sliding over me. Their powerful auras are pulled tightly around their bodies, like weapons resting on a hair trigger. I feel their unspoken questions burning into my skin.
‘Who is this low-class omega? Why did she walk into the S-Class alone without an entourage or a pack line behind her?’
I keep my face completely blank. My emotions die down, cooling into a sheet of smooth, solid ice. The fear that shook my legs outside disappears, replaced by a dull, cold wall.
Suddenly, a sweet, pitiful voice cuts across the quiet classroom.
"Leah?"
I stop in the middle of the main aisle.
Willow Rosante stands up from her desk near the front row. She looks delicate in her tailored uniform and clean white shoes, her soft blue eyes wide with dr
