Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 114617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Name them,” I replied without looking up from the menu.
“Stop hugging me.”
“Done.”
I saw her brows crown from the corner of my eyes. She wasn’t expecting me to agree that easily.
“Okay,” she drew out. Nia slowly claimed the seat across from mine. “Don’t call me your accomplice. Not even as a joke.”
“You got it.”
“Don’t call me Ni-Ni.”
I chuckled. “I’m with you there. Felt weird even as I said it.”
“And, most importantly... don’t ask me to do something I don’t want to do.”
My gaze drifted over top of the menu. “I’m sure you had more than enough of that for a lifetime,” I murmured.
She ducked her head, muscle ticcing in her jaw.
“I agree, Nia, but what about this?” I leaned in, grin stretching my lips. “Can I ask you to do something I know you want to do?”
“I...” Nia trailed off, eyes wide.
I let her chew over the question while I obsessed over the breakfast options. I couldn’t believe I’d get to eat like this every day. When I was hiding out in the mundane world with no money, no job, and no idea how to get my face off their Most Wanted list—crème brulee pancakes with raspberry syrup wasn’t on the menu.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the breakfast room fill up.
Ava blew in with her friends, gave me a filthy look, then continued on to the breakfast table in the back. It sat on a dais placed beside the windows. I didn’t need to ask Nia to know they were the best seats in the house.
“This is mealtime for the alphas and epsilons,” Nia explained. “After they’re done, the betas eat. Then after the betas, we can eat.”
“Is there not enough room for all of us at the same time?”
“There’s room,” she clipped.
“Ah.” Once again, no more explanation was required.
Just because alphas and betas felt called to protect omegas, it didn’t mean they respected them. Strength and ferocity were upheld above all among Wolf Nation, and omegas were not that.
“This place is like every other school,” I said. “The cool kids rule. Everyone else keeps their head down and hustles till graduation.”
Speaking of cool kids made me glance at Ava. She caught my glance and was in the middle of flipping me off when a now-familiar tug yanked on my chest. I turned as my fates entered the mess.
Everyone turned as my fates entered the mess.
They were all fully dressed in loose, but expensive tees and jeans. Somehow, covering their chests made them more irresistible. Made me want to tear those shirts off and explore their bodies all the more—discovering what else they would suck on if I did.
Together they strode in with Paxton bringing up the rear. All but Paxton were covered in bruises from their morning brawl. I didn’t know who the winner was, but clearly they decided to kiss and make up.
Ava and half the epsilon girls shot out of their seats and plastered against my fates. A girl for every arm. All of them except for Paxton. Paxton broke off and came our way, leaving Ava to drag Badr and my fates up to the dais.
Not a single one of them glanced my way.
Paxton passed by me heading for a table by himself. Brushing by, I got the first proper smell of him away from the other guys. “You’re an omega,” I blurted.
He halted, blinking at me. “Ugh, yeah. Didn’t you know that?”
I just shook my head.
Paxton made to say something, then his eyes flicked up. I followed his gaze to a glaring Edric, Orion, Nyx, and Badr. When I turned back, Paxton was already halfway across the room.
Watching him go, I changed my opinion of him. Paxton wasn’t a weak alpha. He was a strong omega. It was no wonder he kept leaping when I crooked my finger, but the fact that he allowed himself to be held back was nothing short of impressive.
Fates were known to kill people who dared to get between them and their mates. A true weakling with no self-control over their wolf would’ve tried to bite Badr’s, Edric’s, Orion’s, and Nyx’s faces off a dozen times by now.
“Why is he eating alone?” I asked, fixed on Paxton.
“Even though he’s in the alpha track, he’s still an omega. He’s not allowed to sit with them, and Ava made that very clear to him last night at dinner.”
“Why is he in the alpha track in the first place?”
“Why are you?” she shot back.
I laughed. “Touché.” I dropped the conversation. There was no such thing as a whisper in a room full of wolves. I didn’t need my fates thinking I was overly interested in any one of them. “So what’s good here?”
Nia shrugged. “Everything they served us yesterday was pretty yummy, but it’s my first year too.”
“It is? So why did Dagem hand me off to you?”