Page 29 of Happy Valentine's Day, Omega
The cloud of sickly sweet pheromones in every room is nauseating. My classmates are swooning over the romance of the coming day, and they're almost constantly perfuming.
For me, it's a reminder of what will happen on Valentine's Day.
Headmistress informed me it will be my last day at the academy.
I'm going to meet my potential future mate.
And a single match will decide my future as a chess professional.
To call Valentine's Day a big day for me is an understatement.
It's new and frightening, and I'm beginning to think the Alpha courting me isn't so bad.
He's dominant enough to handle my forceful personality, but not so much that I'm forced to submit against my will. He makes mewantto submit and be a good Omega for him.
It's not that I haven't wanted an Alpha. I just never thought I'd find one who'd overlook my shortcomings, let alone support my ambitions.
I feel overwhelmed, like I'm bracing for a tidal wave to crash into me.
It's not like I can confide in Cara about my issue, because she's still buzzing about the necklace and how romantic it is. The whole academy is!
Well, except Patricia, but she's been giving me a wide berth since Christmas. Now, she looks at me like I'm a threat, rather than a victim.
Valentine's Day is coming and I am not prepared for the changes it will bring.
"It's the most wonderful time of year!" Cara sings as we walk into the dining hall for breakfast.
"Uh, I think that's a Christmas carol," I say as I trail after my eternally positive friend.
"I know, but it works for Valentine's Day, too."
I scoff, punching away a stray helium balloon drifting in the walkway. "It's such a ridiculous holiday."
"What do you mean? It's a time to appreciate your loved one by giving them a gift!"
"You're literally just describing Christmas. We don't need another day revolving around a fat baby."
She looks at me like I've lost my mind.
I sigh and explain. "Christmas has its fat baby in the manger and Valentine's Day has its fat baby with wings."
"You mean a cherub?"
We climb onto the bench seats at the dining table.
"Yeah, the fat baby with a crossbow."
Cara narrows her eyes and stares at the cherub cardboard cutout attached to the overflowing centerpiece.
I raise a knowing eyebrow at her and smirk. She can see it, I know she can.
"Ah, you ruin everything for me!" she exclaims, puffing up her round cheeks.
"Nothing to ruin," I chirp, pleased with myself as I reach for the coffee. I pour one black cup for me and another one for Cara with enough sugar to put her into a diabetic coma.
I'm struck by what Cara said about giving gifts. It reminds me of the gifts my Alpha gave me. The silken ribbon is still in my pocket and the warm socks on my feet.
Do people actually give gifts on Valentine's Day?
