The Omega Reclamation

Eight

Melody POV

When I finally get to my Studies of Magic, I can tell that I am once again one of the last to arrive. I quickly scan the room and see that there is only one chair left, in the very back next to my roommate. I sit next to him and he barely acknowledges me. Finally, he leans over to show me the book and page we are on.

“Thank you, Cam.” His head whips back to me, and surprise shows on his face. I realize my error. He never introduced himself to me. “The Headmaster told me your name when he told me who I was rooming with.”

He grunts in return to my response and faces the front again. Cam smells amazing, like freshly fallen snow in the woods. It’s intoxicating. I find myself swooning into him. Not wanting to make a fool of myself I begin taking immaculate notes and looking over the syllabus. With Cam next to me, I am able to relax which is weird to me since he was not the nicest person to me this morning.

When the bell rings it startles me. I am in Senior block A and it gives us thirty minutes to eat before Senior block B comes in. I move fast hoping to find an empty table in the back where no one will see me.

I stop at my locker to leave my uniforms and my books; I will pick them up on my way back. I also hope Ronnie will be in my lunch block. She was friendly and even though I was confused about my reaction to her, I still want a friend. When I reach the lunch hall, I see it is already packed. I stand in the line keeping my eyes straight forward. I don’t like when attention is on me.

I manage to grab my lunch and find an empty table without a hitch, much to my relief. I grabbed some macaroni and cheese and hotdogs to add into the mix. It’s one of my favorite meals, so I smile.

Draven was the one that introduced me to this meal. When my father was on one of his “jobs” I could see Draven more. We would watch a movie and he would cook this for me. Those were the times I felt safe and like a normal person.

I look at the welcome packet I’ve carried with me to get a better feel for the school. It has my schedule, of course, my dorm room, what I will learn, and how things will work if I find a mate or mates. I read over the Leafwood brochure.

The school is really big on creating business relationships so when you graduate you will know someone from every type of community. Mates are also a big thing here and the push to find one within the school is applauded. Hmmm, maybe I will get lucky and find a mate.

The thought of a mate appeals to me. I know I want someone to spend my life with. I am self-conscious though. What if they don’t like me, or are disgusted by what happened in my past? What kind of wolf would love me when I do not know what my wolf is, to begin with?

My skin prickles and I feel eyes on me. I wipe my mouth hoping I don’t have food all over my face, and when I decide to look up my eyes crash with Cam’s. He is staring at me. When I smile at him and wave, he scowls at me and looks back down at his food.

Well, okay, then.

Looking around the cafeteria I don’t see Ronnie, but I get a glimpse of the Headmaster and when he turns around, he freezes when he sees me looking at him. God, he is so beautiful, all chiseled and hair that I want to run my hands through. I can feel my body heating and my panties dampening the longer I stare at him.

When a few males start to sniff the air and some other males’ fangs descend, I panic. They all start to look for who the smell is coming from. Can they smell me?

This has never happened to me before. I quickly look away from the Headmaster and try to regain control of my body. Looking around the lunchroom I see a long table with eight chairs. No one is sitting there, but the way students keep glancing at it makes me think there is an importance to it.

Combat is my next class.

I am actually excited about this class. Draven had tried to help me before but could only help me with basic defense moves to keep my face from being too badly messed up when my father wanted to really hurt me.

When I get to the gym, the coach pulls me to the side and tells me to go change and that they have a gym uniform waiting for me. I walk into the girls changing room and notice black uniforms that have my name on them, sitting on a bench. I quickly rush over and pick one up. I notice it has a warm weather label on it.

The uniform consists of a black skintight tank top with skintight shorts. I have never worn anything like this. You can see everything. I am self-conscious about the scars that run along my arms and legs. I do not want to go out there with the other girls who I am sure are good looking.

You got this Melody. Head back, you survived. The scars on my body are signs I survived, and I need to be proud of that.

I gather up what courage I can, and I march out only to stop short again. I see Weston, the Alpha wolf, from my history class. He has on black gym shorts, a black tank top that’s plastered across his body, and his blonde hair is bundled on top of his head. He looks like every girl's secret desire on a lonely night.

If it is possible, most of the girls have made their shorts even shorter and have their t**s ready to fall out of their tops.

Weston is hammering into the punching bag in front of him like it offended him. As I walk fully into the room, he stops and immediately finds my eyes and stares. I move out of his line of sight until I am sure he cannot see me. I do not understand these feelings I am having, not to mention my body’s reaction. I have never been sexually turned on maybe once by Draven but it was quickly squashed by the impending doom of going home.

“Class let’s get started. My name is Raider. Today, I will teach you basic defense moves and work up from there. Some of you have already shown me you have mastered the basics and can move up and will be paired with more experienced students to help you progress.” I watch him walk around the room and assess everyone.

When his eyes land on some of the girls he scowls. I don’t think he likes how they are wearing their uniforms. “Let's remember ladies, your bodies will not get you out of danger, try to wear your uniform properly.” Some girls look away ashamed while others don’t move an inch. I hear snickers from some other students.

“Melody, since you are new, I will pair you with Cam Pierce.” He marches off to pair the other students.

When Cam walks over to me, I can tell he is not happy that he was paired with me. His attitude towards me is both curious and annoying.

What did I ever do to him? No matter what, I will be nice to him.

After all, he is my roommate.