AllFreeNovel
Share Us
But with Orion at my side and Finn at my back, I can ignore the stares and bad memories.
It’s powerful.
I thought the betas would be all over me when they caught my scent. I’m half right.
It is pure art when Trainer Bethany lifts her nose, catches a whiff and turns with a sycophant look pre-plastered, only to realize she’s sniffing me—her least favorite student in history. Her fishy lips pout, then fall open at the sight of my rabid red-headed shadow, whose mercenary smile dares her to fucking try.
I can’t help grinning as she flees.
“See someone you know?” Orion asks.
“Someone I hate.” Bethany always smacked my knuckles with her baton in music class. With most classes, I faked being an idiot to avoid attention.
Piano, I failed naturally.
It’s nice to get a teeny slice of revenge.
I make a grand gesture when we finally reach Orion’s class. “Tell Eleanor I said hi.”
Orion peeks into the stadium classroom. The seats are more than half full, and curious omegas size us up with their stares.
Trainer Eleanor breaks into a toothless grin when the blond Apollo walks through her door. “My new student. Come and get your goodie bag.”
I don’t know Eleanor’s exact age, but if she said 120, I wouldn’t ask for ID. Her omega scent’s long faded, and she’s so shrunken, she makes me feel like a giant.
When Orion glances at me for confirmation, I shoo him toward the nice old lady. “Have fun.”
Eleanor pats Orion’s abs, and he shoots me a look of deep betrayal. Finn leans his chin on my head while I’m distracted with the show.
The “goodie bag” is the tote full of sex ed supplies given to every new soon-to-awaken or adult omega. I never got one, but oh have I seen what’s inside.
Pulling no punches, Eleanor whips out a dark, flesh-toned dildo.
It’s one of the fancy models with a pulsing jelly bulb at the base to mimic an alpha’s knot. Then she takes out the beads, and the plugs, and the double-thick lube.
“Why aren’t we taking this class?” Finn’s chin moves against my scalp.
“Already took it.” I’ve been to all these lectures. Sat through pretty much every course the OCC has to offer, because I overstayed my welcome a long time ago.
I have no interest in reliving the years I sat at the back, hunching my shoulders, staying quiet, and lying about who I really am. Not even if I get to watch Orion’s cute blush. “Come on.”
My feet start toward the pool, but I change my mind and take the brick path to performing arts.
I want to swim, but I need a backup plan first. With today’s social already scratched, I can’t bet my future on the next one being a win. I need to play to my strengths instead of waiting for the right alphas to fall into my lap.
Morning classes just started, so campus is empty until we enter the bright dance studios. Evgenia runs a ballet warm-up in the biggest classroom.
I was going to wait and talk to her after class, but I forgot that Rachel takes first period ballet.
In knee socks and a pink leotard, she stretches lazily at the barre, looking way too at ease after selling me up the fucking river.
I bust in, slamming the door so hard it rattles the walls.
Evgenia’s snitty look flashes to a bright smile, growing even wider when she spots my escort. “My little Darling. What brings you to my lair this morning?”
I’m still facing Evgenia, but I hold eye contact with Rachel through the wall mirror. “I’ll do a pole routine if you let me have the main slot at the weekend showcase.”
“Finally!” Evgenia claps. “You’ll be drowning in kno—” Finn’s rabid growl cuts her off, but Evgenia is a slick bitch. “You’ll be drowning in praise. I have the most luscious choreography for you.”
