Chapter 1

I yawned and averted my gaze. I almost forgot it was my first day of school. I'm glad I got up early, even though I forgot to set the alarm the day before. I scratched my head and took a deep breath. I went straight to the bathroom to perform my ritual. I was embarrassed to leave my room, but I could do nothing. I immediately went out after getting dressed and arranging myself. Their happy faces made it appear that there was no problem, but when they saw me, Mama folded her arms, and Papa remained silent. Their auras had shifted, and I could sense it. In my head, I couldn't help but smile.

 

“Sit down and let's eat Cora,” I said as I slid into the empty seat and quietly ate my meal while they chatted happily. My parents and siblings are both Betas, but I'm the only one who isn't. I'm also baffled as to how that happened. All I know is that an Omega feels the heat every month, and when they smell the Omega's scent when they are in heat, all ranks go wild.

 

"I still can't believe I have an Omega rank child," she said as I bent down to finish my meal. The higher ranks frequently oppress Omegas. It's unfair. I, too, want to experience the equality they claim, but why am I ranked so low? I'm deeply offended. They claim that equality is something that everyone should have, but why are they the only ones who have it? My family didn't seem to accept me even though we were poor. They couldn't even thank me because we had daily food, even though I was the family's breadwinner.

 

"I'm leaving," I replied faintly as I gathered my things and placed my plate in the sink. I even heard my mother whisper as I walked out of the kitchen.

 

"Even if you don't return," she said. I wish I could, but I know I can't because practically everything now charges a f*e. I couldn't stop myself from grinning cruelly. They never thought of me as their child. In front of them, do I seem to be dirt or just air? Before leaving our house, I walked straight to my room and gathered my possessions.

 

I instantly summoned a taxi and boarded it. I have no idea what time it is. I hope I don't get behind in class. I'll give you my specifications. On campus, this is the policy. I can't help but be fascinated by the automobiles on our planet. It floats through the air like a spaceship. It can only be elevated by 6 inches, which is the only difference. Unlike a spacecraft that can fly and travel through space, it's only on the ground.

 

My stomach couldn't stop itself from boiling. I'm still hungry and haven't had enough to eat earlier. When I'm in front of them, I can't eat. I couldn't swallow my food because it felt like something was trapped in my throat. I'll only eat when it's time for a break. There is most likely a canteen nearby.

 

"Where are you going?" inquired the driver. I humbly smiled when I looked at him.

 

I said, "At Wolf University," he nodded, and I thanked him immediately. I hope I am not late because that campus is far away. We arrived a few minutes later, so I grabbed some cash to pay.

 

I got out of the car and walked to the university to look around. I hope I achieve the peace and equality they promise. I'm also hoping they don't bully me. I walked into the university with my requirements in hand. My joy vanished as I realized I didn't know where the Dean's office was.

 

I suddenly closed my eyes and placed my hand on my forehead. I took a long, deep breath to relax. Everything will be okay. It may be even more reasonable because this is my first time on this campus. I'll probably ask the other wolves I'll be passing.

 

"Yes, that's exactly what should happen," I murmured, nodding. I inhaled deeply and continued walking. I notice many wolves, but I don't dare to approach them. However, to my astonishment, a woman approached me and smiled at me. So that I didn't come across as harsh, I smiled back at her.

 

"Are you lost? Where are you going?" she asked, my eyes widening in horror as I realized it was my turn to question her. Thank God someone tried to assist me.

 

"I'm heading to the dean's office," I expressed, clearing my throat. "Office administration is my course," I added, and before she spoke, she nodded and thought for a bit.

 

“Just keep going down that road until you reach a fork, then turn right. The department you're searching for is in the third building you can pass.” I promptly thanked her and followed her instructions. I can't afford to be late because there may be a long line. I'll still pay the expenses for the uniform. This is precisely what I aspire to. Why did they even consider passing the requirements and paying for the uniform on this first day of school? Time is being squandered! We hope our teachers will understand if we are late entering the room. When I arrived at our building, I immediately asked the students in line.

 

"May I ask a question?" I inquired respectfully.

 

"Yes, what exactly is it?" she examined.

I smiled and said, "Thank you. Can you tell me where the Dean's Office of Business Administration is?"

 

"On the third floor," she answered, and I thanked them with a bow. I dashed up to the third floor and soon formed a line. I gasped as I realized I had no water in my backpack.

"How unfortunate!" I whispered. I lowered my hands and slumped against the wall, exhausted. How many more catastrophes am I capable of receiving? When the professor turned around and glanced at me, I suddenly stood up.

 

I apologized and went inside when he said, "You're next." Following that, I'll pay for my uniform. I'm not sure why so many people are looking at me. It felt as if my slight movement might cause them to slap me. I don't know why this is the case. I swallowed my saliva and sat in the vacant seat. I immediately smiled at the Dean in front of me. I spit out my saliva and sat down in the empty chair. I smiled at the Dean in front of me right away.

 

"Good morning, Sir," I greeted. "These are the specifications you require." I placed the document on his desk. He took a quick look at it and began reading it. Because it says my rank, I'm starting to get nervous. He put down the document and looked at me after reading it.

 

"Are you Cora Elisse Everly?" he inquired, returning his gaze to the page to double-check his reading.

 

"Yes, Sir," I responded, rubbing my frigid hands together.

 

"You were born on March 17, 2002, and you are 19 years old." I nodded again and said yes, but he laughed fiercely before turning to face me.

 

"You're an Omega," he said. "Sl*t." When the wolves heard, they suddenly chuckled, and I bowed in shame. The way he speaks irritates me. I'm still confused about how he got the Dean due to his attitude. I hope he doesn't merely become a dean because of how he treats his students.

 

Someone declared, "The strength of your courage to study at this university." I couldn't stop myself from clenching my fists in frustration. Even if I try to relax, the spicy words they say make it impossible.

 

“It doesn't matter; you won't be here much longer either. I'm sure you were in tears when you left. The wolves will not accept you. Just leave," she said. Sorry, but when we feel the heat, they're like crazed dogs who can't stop themselves from trying sex. I grinned and lifted my brows.

 

You place far too much faith in us. I'll slap you with my success after I graduate from school. Never put us to the test. Others despise Omega. We'll pass you by when the time comes.

 

"You're on your way out!" he said. "Sitting is something you enjoy." When he handed me my envelope, I rose and said my goodbyes. Even if I'm about to kill them in my head, I'm still nice. To pay for my uniform, I descended to the 1st floor. Perhaps there isn't much of a wait.

 

When I first arrived, I entered the office and smiled at the staff, but others made fun of me and started talking.

 

"She is the Omega that the dean said," the girl says. "It's a pity because she is pretty!"

Those who heard laughed, and I couldn't help but smile fakely. I'm irritated, but I'm still trying not to insult them because, aside from the staff, they also have a solid attachment to the principal, who I can't handle. After all, they step on Omega's like us.

 

As soon as I exited the room, I proceeded to the classroom as planned. It's back on the third floor! I'm exhausted! With a heavy heart, I ascended the stairwell until I reached the third floor. The only issue was the length of time I climbed as if I were a burden to the world.

 

I mumbled, "Room 145," and gazed at the room numbers until I came to a halt and entered the room. Because there was no professor yet, I took the front seat because it was the only one available. They are frequently found on the back or, less frequently, on the sides.

 

I immediately smiled and approached my classmate. She was occupied because she was listening to music. I also want to be kind, demonstrating that Omega or low-ranking wolves should not be dismissed. It's not that you're a low-ranking player; you should enjoy yourself.

 

“Hi! What are you listening to at the moment?" I tried to ask her a question, but she disregarded me, possibly because she couldn't hear me. She took out her headphones and looked at me after a few moments. I scarcely repeated my query since she smiled in greeting.

 

"Moonlight," she said quickly, and I nodded in agreement. She inquired, "Are you still here with me from a while ago?"

 

“Oh, no! I was sitting here for a few seconds when I disturbed you,” I said. "I'm sorry, I just want to be friends," I added, and she shook her head and laughed at me, possibly because I abruptly apologized.

 

"All fine; I don't have someone to chat with, so I listen to music, which I also enjoy," she explained, and I nodded. I hope to spend a long time with her. I don't want to appear depressed when no one is around, and I also want to have a friend, even if only for a short time.

 

"May I ask?" She inquired, and I nodded quickly.

 

"What's your rank?" I was taken aback and didn't know how to respond. When I say my rank, I'm sure they'll start insulting me. Her evil smirk appeared out of nowhere in my silence.

 

"Guys, there's Omega here," she said, drawing everyone's attention to us. Their eyes blazed with the attempt to hurt and kill me. Red eyes have appeared in the eyes of other wolves.

 

"What the f*ck?"

 

“I'm not sure how Omega got in here."

 

"Get out of here!"

 

“Trash!”

 

"Sl*t!" they exclaimed as they began to gather their possessions and throw stones at me. I'm not trash, so why are they tossing garbage at me? Wow! Isn't it true that they don't think I'm unique? The only distinction is that we all have a ranking.