The Omega Reclamation

Seven

Melody POV

The Headmaster walks me to my first class. It’s already full, so when I walk in all eyes immediately turn toward me. Even worse, the teacher asked me to introduce myself.

The classroom has round tables instead of desks. I find an empty table and sit down. I open the bag the Headmaster gave me and find the book I need and a notebook. I pull both out and wait for class to begin.

“Welcome, students. I am the History of Wolves teacher. My name is Miss Foster and I teach years 1 through 4. From my understanding, all of you have figured out what your wolf is, whether it is an Alpha to a Gamma.”

I lower my head hoping she won’t call me out. I do not know what my wolf is.

“Melody, do you know what your wolf is? You are the only one that I do not have a class down for?”

I want a hole to open in the floor and swallow me whole. “No Miss Foster, I do not know.”

“Well, that’s okay dear, we will figure it out together. Now, can anyone tell me the different classes for a wolf?”

I watch my teacher walk around waiting to see if someone will answer. She is dressed in very hippy clothes and has blonde curls that she’s tried to tame into a bun flying all over her head, and enormous glasses that take up most of her face.

“Mr. Weston, can you please stop texting and answer?”

I turn my head to look behind me and my heart stops for a moment. He is gorgeous, with blonde wavy hair that falls right below his shoulders. His uniform fits him like a glove, showing off his physique underneath. Blue eyes that, I realize, are glaring right back at me. His long legs stretched out in front of him.

“Yes. The four classifications are Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Omega.” He keeps glaring at me, and my wolf rolls around like a puppy.

Stop it, he’s glaring! What if he senses us?

“Very good Mr. Weston. Can you tell me which classification is the rarest?”

“Omega. They are the classification that can mate with any species to create both powerful hybrids and pureblood species. We have not had an Omega born in seven hundred years, which is why the hybrids are dying out. Omegas can also create bonds with any species that may have lost a mate.”

“Once again, perfect, Mr. Weston. If you were in my class last year, you know I always like to start off with a joint project.” With that statement, the entire class groans. “I will be pairing you by twos. Each of you will have a class of wolves and each of you will make your own reports about their roles in a pack.”

Miss Foster begins pairing everyone up and giving each pair a wolf. When she gets to me, I hold my breath. There are only three wolves left. Out of the three, I want to be paired with the least intimidating one.

“Miss Heart, ah yes I am going to pair you with Mr. Weston. He is an Alpha wolf and might help you discover what your wolf may be. You two will work on the very rare Omega wolves.”

Looking at the Alpha in the back of the room, I can tell he is royally pissed. If looks could kill, I would be dead where I sit.

“Students, this year will be great. Please move to sit next to your partner and for the rest of class come up with how you want to present your project next month. The sky is the limit.”

I duck my head. I can feel his anger at being partnered with me. It’s suffocating. When I move to sit next to him, he kicks my chair out from under me. I land hard on my butt and when I move to stand up, he sneers at me. It takes me a moment to gain my courage, grab the chair, and plant myself back in it. When he turns his hate-filled eyes back to me, I have to catch my breath. Up close he is even more beautiful, even with the venom coming from his eyes.

“We will work in my room. Find me tomorrow and we can work things out. Do not try to talk to me any other time.” With that, he turns around and completely ignores me again.

My wolf lays down on her paws. She is confused by his refusal of her. Clearly, she thought that he should like her which has me even more confused.

Trying to focus on something else, I look over my syllabus and make plans on how to get ahead on my work. Most of it is doable except for the group projects. The rest of class goes by at an excruciatingly slow pace. I cannot stop staring at the wolf next to me, and by the way his eyes turn to slits he knows I am gawking. I don’t understand why I can’t stop staring at him.

When the bell rings, I don’t bother to wait to see if someone will be walking me to my next class. I am humiliated enough and that evil b***h knowing about my dad has my heart racing and my body breaking out in nervous hives. I keep my head buried in my map to not make eye contact with anyone until my body slams into another, and for the second time that day, I land on my ass.

“What the hell? Watch where you’re going!”

I look up and see a pair of creamy legs, tucked into some kitten heels. My gaze continues to travel up and I stop at the chin afraid I will see another pair of eyes that spit venom. I catch sight of deep auburn hair.

“Hey, are you okay?” The tone the person first used morphs into something softer. I see her hand reach out for me and when I clasp my hands to hers, I feel a shock shoot through me and my body tingles right down to my toes.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” I look up into her eyes and I freeze. She is stunning: beautiful green eyes, dark eyelashes, a gorgeous pouty mouth. Wait, what? Am I checking her out?

“My name is Ronnie.” She holds out her hand and smiles at me and the smile completely changes her whole face. I am mesmerized. When I shake her hand the same shock and tingle goes through my body, this time going right to my core.

“Melody,” I reply meekly. I have no idea what I am feeling. I need to get away from her. I don’t want to scare her and say something that may offend her. Before she can respond I dart away and continue to try and find my class.