NOAH'S POV
A charity case had no business being our fated mate. Especially when the said mate was an Omega. A nobody, who depended solely on the crumbs my father paid her, for survival.
I don't even want to start with how classless she was. Her curly fringes were a total turnoff. The freckles, and those glasses, made her such an eyesore.
Sometimes I wondered if Professor Lewanosky regarded us as the next Alphas. Why on earth would he pair us with that thing?
Therone stirred inside me. He was quite uneasy to say the least. I sniffed a subtle sweet scent. It lingered across the hallway. My muscles stiffened, as the scent settled into my bones.
She was here. I didn't need to see her to know. It was just there, engraved in my memory, like something that should be there. It was never
