Aria's POV
After the training, I'd hold onto the crest in my hands. Clutching it with caution, like it is the only thing that could define me. Who would have believed, that I wasn't an Omega. That I wasn't weak after all. My palms unfolds and I look into it.
The crest resting in the amples of my palm. I sigh in relief. This is just what I wanted all this while. For someone to believe in me and tell me that I wasn't useless... Rather different. And in those many years, I couldn't get reassurance, this crest did that.
"I need to tell Lucien." I spill out and suddenly jerk back to my sense. Gosh I can't believe I just said that. I slap my temple, in slow burn embrassement.
I shake my head in part disappointment, as I stroll into the locker room. Once I get in, i slide the crest into my
