The Omega Archives, Part Three

Chapter 10

Chapter

Ten

ELLA

T he next few days felt like a strange new normal. I knew better than to get used to it.

Even with evening group relaxation and talking to Lidya’s friends, I was beginning to find that I almost wanted to. School and three meals a day and friends? It didn’t sound so bad what was going on here.

It was easy to see why all the omega here appeared content enough. Comfortable even. Everything they could ever want was right here at the academy and home they probably had families cheering them on to live a life that was expected of them. This was what perhaps, it meant to be a well-off omega. Never hungry. Always taken care of. Knowing that eventually, they would hopefully be sent off to a home where they could continue to thrive so long as they held what they were taught and didn’t step out of those lines.

I wondered if I could’ve been happy like that if I had been born differently. Been different.

Was I being brainwashed?

Maybe? Possibly.

But for some reason, the longer I was at the academy, the more I was beginning to also think that being an omega wasn’t all bad.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t just any other omega, and that was the problem.

There were other classes like math and reading. Only, I never figured that there would also be languages and that every other omega seemed to know at least one or two more than the one they grew up speaking.

I struggled to write down the French letters, none of the words tumbling out of my lips as I whispered them with the same ease that others seemed to have.

The professor sighed with a shake of her head and an even bigger roll of her eyes whenever she noticed me even attempting.

I glanced towards another omega who finished their sentence in French, answering what sounded like a complicated question. She flashed me a raised eyebrow, though it wasn’t mockingly.

There was a knock on the door before the Headmistress stepped through.

The professor immediately stopped the lesson. “Headmistress, what can we assist you with?”

“I’m looking for Omega Elena.”

The Headmistress's sharp gaze scanned the classroom until it landed on me.

My heart skipped a beat as I stood up, pushing my chair back with a nervous squeak against the floor. The other omegas watched in curious silence as I made my way to the front of the room, my palms clammy with anxiety.

"Omega Elena," the Headmistress began, her voice cool and composed, "There’s a matter that requires your immediate attention. Please gather your things and follow me."

I exchanged a bewildered look with the professor. Waving a hand at me to move, I hastily packed up my belongings. My mind raced with questions.

What could the Headmistress possibly want with me? Was it because of my struggles in language class, or had I somehow broken one of the academy's strict rules without realizing it?

As we walked through the hallowed halls of the academy, I couldn't help but notice the whispers and curious glances that followed us.

“There is someone here that wishes to see you.”

“There is?” I asked, pausing.

“Yes. Please, don’t doddle. It took far too long to find you about this.”

“Who is it?”

“Someone you know well, it seems.”

Was it someone from my pack? Was Demetri or Cal or Marko or Liam?

“Someone from home I believe.”

My stomach turned at this new unknown. It couldn’t be… was it Peter?

No. Of course not. He was dead. Gone. I saw that. Then who would it be?

Pushing open the door, HeadMistress Oliverti ushered me through before I could properly take in my surroundings. I barely noticed the lavish furnishings or the floral wallpaper. And once I was inside I didn’t want to.

There, sitting on the couch was a man with stark white-blond hair and eyes that looked like emeralds.

My heart stopped.

In front of me was only one person, but it didn’t matter.

It was Benjamin Davinson, and he was grinning.