Page 23 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

You are meant to submit, omega. Submit to me!

I blinked rapidly, trying to focus back on what was happening in front of me.

As the professor continued her lecture, delving into the intricacies of alpha-omega dynamics, I couldn't shake the feeling of being reduced to a mere vessel for carrying an alpha's offspring, though I knew that wasn’t true. I had been on the outside of this place for years, I knew that. I had a job. A friend. A life.

But not everyone else did.

Just like I once didn’t either when I first realized what I thought it meant to be an omega.

As the professor finished her speech about collaboration with the Alpha Academy, a hush fell over the room. The tension in the air was palpable, a mix of curiosity and apprehension swirling around us.

I could feel Lidya's hand trembling slightly against mine, a silent reassurance that we were in this together.

“Omega Wolf!”

Both of us jumped as we turned our attention back to the front and the professional turned her attention to Lidya.

“Of course, Omega Wolf,” The professor huffed. “You will be able to remove yourself from the hands-on lessons as a bonded omega.”

Lidya nodded, slowly packing up her things.

"Remember," Lidya whispered in my ear as she stood, "it's all about understanding alphas. Don't worry. They can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

“What do you mean?” I thought that it was just a worksheet.

The group of alphas watched her go. Again, I stared at their pristine uniforms. They exuded confidence and power. Their presence commanded attention.

My heart raced as my eyes swept over them, each possessed an aura of dominance that sent shivers down my spine.

I had only felt it once or twice before.

With Prestford Pack.

I tore my eyes away, though I couldn’t help myself after another moment, feeling a pull at the center of my chest.

One alpha, in particular, caught my eye.

His piercing gaze met mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with a grace that belied his strength. His blond hair fell in disarray over his forehead, adding to his rugged, boyishness.

He looked young.

Then again, I had to remember, though all the omegas here told me I was– I wasn’t old.

I just felt that way.

One after another the rest of us were paired off. Some of the other omegas as they were paired looked rather pleased at the turn of events, as if they expected it. Finally, it was my turn. The professor gestured towards the alpha who had captivated me from the moment he entered the room.

"Omega Elena," she called out.

My heart thudded in my chest as I stood up, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity.

The alpha approached me with a confident, yet easily casual stride. His eyes never left mine. I tried to look away but almost felt like I couldn’t. His presence was overwhelming, and I struggled to maintain my composure.

My heart hammered in my chest.

The alpha in front of me cocked his head to the side, a hesitant look on his face. “Are you alright?”

“Please escort your omega to a free table, Alpha,” the male professor from the alpha school insisted.

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