The worst part isn’t the stares when I walk onto the training mats.
It’s the way everyone’s smirking after the cafeteria incident, they’re all eager to watch me get smashed by Mason. I don’t know a single Omega who enjoys combat training when everyone knows they can order us to stand there and take a beating.
Like they already know how today’s going to go. It seems unfair that Omegas are forced to participate—exactly what battle are we supposed to win when we can’t even fight our instincts? What do they expect us to do, flinch at them until they surrender? Or perhaps they think we’ll wag our tails and hope they trip?
Mandatory combat training is the one subject I never picked, but am forced to participate in. Nothing like learning fifty new ways to be thrown on your back before the end
