Failing The First Trial

"That's true," I affirmed, and without thinking, I raced down the polished wooden stairs after slamming the door hard, making it release a loud bang that resonated in the house.

I was heaving slightly by the time I arrived downstairs.

I hurried to the luxurious and monotonous black-and-white dining room and stopped when Beta Wyatt eyed me with a complex expression.

Wyatt tilted his neck and stared at me with an indecipherable look before leaning back on the lone black chair at the head of the table.

Tapping on the dark live edge table rhythmically, he squinted at me with eyes filled with interest: "You're sure fast for an omega." He expressed, his expression cold to the brim. "And healed fast..."

I walked toward the white chair at the end of the table and pulled it out calmly. "Do you mean I'm not an omega?" I arched my brows and sat down on the chair with my head held high, making sure not to reveal any frightened expressions.

Beta Wyatt's tap on the table increased, yet his face was