CLARA’S POV
FLASHBACK—Years Ago
A shove from behind sent me crashing to the floor, my head slamming into the wall. Pain shot through me and I groaned, squinting my eyes at the same time.
“Why are you even here?” one of my bullies sneered as I rubbed my head. “You don’t belong here, yet I see you everyday.”
“You’re just a weak, useless Omega,” another added. “You’ll never fit in. Why don’t you go back to your parents? Go find a school for people like you!”
Their words tumbled out, all hitting me at the same time.
I pressed against the wall, forcing myself up. My head ached, and my vision blurred with unshed tears. I fought them, tightening my hands because I didn’t want them to see me cry. That would only make it worse.
As I struggled to stand, a sharp kick to my stomach knocked
