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“Good! Now let’s hustle, omega. We don’t want to miss breakfast!”
As much as I didn’t want to leave the comfort of our nest, I knew she was right. Reluctantly, I scrambled out, careful not to disturb the sides of the nest. Storm emerged right behind me and closed the doors. Grabbing a towel, she stuffed it along the crack near the floor.
Seeing my curious look, she explained, “Just trying to keep our smell in. When we get back from a day of having our nostrils attacked by all these other scents, trust me, you’re going to want to have a place with a scent you like to clear your head.”
Without waiting for a response from me, Storm ducked into the bathroom and began brushing out her long hair. I blinked a few times, a warmth seeping over my neck.She must like it as much as I do.That thought had me smiling like a fool all the way to breakfast and our first class.
Storm and I were the first to arrive in class, and she chose seats for us over on the side of the classroom. We were near the front, close to the teacher’s desk. This gave me a view of the door as everyone else started filing in and choosing seats around the room. It surprised me to see a few male omegas coming in as well. I knew they existed, but I had never met one.
Several people came over to talk to Storm about their summer vacations and all the far-off places they had traveled to. Almost all of them gave me curious looks, but no one said hi or introduced themselves to me. I shrunk down into my seat, hoping to become invisible.
To keep occupied and alleviate some of the anxiety I was feeling, I busied myself straightening my notebook and pens on my desk. Finally, the teacher arrived, and everyone made their way to their seats. The teacher was a middle-aged omega, and her scent tickled my nose with the calming fragrance of baby powder. I immediately liked her.
“Hello, class,” she greeted, and everyone chorused back. “Welcome to your first day of Heat Expectations for the year. My name is Ms. Ginger. Today, I want to go over a refresher, as we are all just getting back into the swing of things. But first, let’s go around the room and introduce ourselves for roll call, please.”
I took meticulous notes through the hour-long class. Beside me, Storm seemed almost bored, but I thought she knew all the information the teacher was bombarding us with. In fact, it seemed like I was the only one who didn’t know the material she was going over. My town’s omega school must really have been lacking in the teaching department.
I was scribbling down the last thing the teacher said when she added something that made me sit up straight and pay attention.
“Very good. Does anyone know why it is so important to find and claim your alpha, or alphas, before your first heat?”
No one answered her, but it was something she had said that made me raise my hand. She smiled as she called on me, and I nibbled my lip before asking, “You said claim? As in, it's our choice of who our alphas are?”
The teacher looked at me, searching. For what, I wasn’t sure, but then she nodded. “Yes, dear. Were you never told that?”
I shook my head. “No. My last school didn’t really tell us much of anything besides that it was our duty as omegas to bond to an alpha, or preferably alphas, to keep them calm.”
Several people sucked in their breath at my statement. I glanced around and they all appeared shocked, even Storm. Clearly, I had incorrect knowledge.
“Oh, no, dear. That is such an outdated way of looking at things, I am afraid. Omegas are precious. We are rare and sought after, yes, but it is and always will be up to us to decide who we want as a pack. Some packs will already be formed before we meet them. But then it is up to us to decide if we can tolerate and bond with everyone within that pack. If not, then we move on and find another. An alpha will not give you a bonding bite before you give them one first. If they do, well, then the bond might not form properly.”
“Wow,” was all I could get out.
The thought that I was the one to choose who I bonded to had never crossed my mind. I had always figured that once I was old enough, a pack would come along and bring me into their fold, whether I wanted them or not. My heart squeezed when I thought about all the omegas back at my hometown’s local school that were being fed false information.
“Our time is almost over, but would you mind hanging back for a few minutes? I will go over a few things with you and get you some reading material to get you caught up before the next class.”
I nodded and agreed. Just then, the bell jingled, announcing it was time to switch to the next session. Storm smiled at me and said she would save me a seat in the next class. I thanked her and made my way up to the teacher’s desk.
“Thank you for staying, dear,” she said to me as I approached. “What school did you attend before coming here to us?”
“I went to the local omega school near my hometown.”
“I thought that might have been the case. A lot of those schools are teaching old ways that are not followed anymore. I’m not saying that they purposefully taught you wrong, but that they may not have known. I am hopeful now that you are here, we can help you learn the way things should be and give you a better head start for after graduation.”
“I would appreciate that immensely,” I told her.
She smiled. “Good. Let’s start with your family. How many siblings do you have? What are their designations?”
“Oh, okay. Well, there’s Drew, my older brother, and he is a beta. Dell, my younger brother, is an alpha.”
“Alright, so you have one of each. That must be helpful. You have some groundwork for what each designation entails. What about your parents?”
“My mom and dad are both betas.”
“What? That doesn’t seem . . . Well, I mean . . .”
I grinned. “Yup, that’s the reaction we get most often. No one understands how our beta parents managed to have the three of us when we all are different.”
