Last night feels like a dream or perhaps a nightmare depending how you look at it—Jaxson storming into my house, the fight with my mother, the dorm room that’s apparently mine now. I still can’t process what happened this morning, when he returned with all those things. When he... when we... My cheeks burn at the memory of his fingers, his mouth. The way he left me wanting.
A group of Beta girls huddle near the lockers, heads bent over a phone screen. One of them glances up, catches my eye, and whispers something to her friends. They all turn to stare, their expressions a mixture of disgust and fascination.
“That’s her,” one says, not bothering to lower her voice. “The Omega from the video.”
My throat tightens. I want to disappear, to fold in on myself until there’s nothing left for the
