“Watch where you’re going, human.”
Ava rubbed her shoulders and looked at the boy who’d intentionally bumped into her. He was larger than the peoplehe was walking with, so she assumed he was an Alpha. Another brainless idiot who would probably lead a pack one day.
She shook her head as she picked her folder up and opened it to find the next room she was going to. Housekeeping. Her chest squeezed as she thought of how disappointed her dad would be.
Then she remembered that both her dad and Caleb had attended Phoenix Academy. They knew the rules. They would have known there was no chance she would be allowed to do the degree she wanted, but they hadn’t told her. That hurt so much.
Chapter 16
Ava was seething by the time she was shown her locker in the Training Centre. She had pricked her fingers so many times during a quick taster lesson in needlework that she was ready to punch someone.
How in the world did they think they could do this to her? This was about her future! She was going to run the family business, not sew and clean! She was not an Omega, but the fact that they treated them like this, giving them no choice about their futures, was outrageous! She had a lot of respect for Omegas, but howthey even took all of this shit was beyond her. Being submissive didn’t mean being a doormat.
If that was what it meant in this place, she would never survive. There was no submissive bone in her body. She would never survive four years doing this. She could have put her head down for a week or two until they saw their mistake, but if they kept her here for four years? No chance!
Needlework? Seriously?
She slammed her locker, startling the girl next to her.
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
“It’s okay,” the girl answered with a small smile.
She was slightly taken aback that the girl answered in the first place. Besides Jared and Psycho Ezekiel, no one else had said anything to her except talk about her behind her back or throw insults. Even the Omegas in her classes had been the same, though not as blatantly as the douche Alpha who had slammed her into the wall.
“You’ll get used to it,” the girl continued quietly.
She was tall, as they all were. Her brunette hair was tied neatly in a ponytail, and it wasn’t flying out of the hairband like hers. But she was used to looking a little tatty when compared to her peers. She sat on a bench and picked up the trainers that were part of the uniforms the Academy provided. They provided everything here, which she supposed was fair if they were making some of them do classes they didn’t want to do.
She was seething again when she thought of that. Her Omega classes were only for wolves, but she wondered if the other species were ranked like that. She didn’t see any vampires or witches taking this lying down.
“You’ve been here long?”
“I’m in my second year. The training is the one place they let us mix classes,” the girl explained as she closed her locker. “We’re trained from beginner levels to experts, so the class you end upin depends on your skill rather than what year you’re in or what species.”
So the one thing she didn’t want to do was the one place they showed no discrimination. Just great.
“Just keep your head down, and you’ll be fine. They tend to overlook us here anyway. You’ll be safer if you keep out of the way,” the girl said.
Ava sighed as she tied the last shoelace.
“Thanks,” she mumbled.
Her father and brothers trained with her constantly, but they always made sure they didn’t use all their strength. They wouldn’t be so considerate here. But her blood was boiling so much that she really wanted to get in there and fight.
“I’m Emily,” the girl said as she sat next to her and pulled her trainers out.
“Ava. It’s nice to meet you,” she said.
She leaned back against the lockers and watched the other Omegas getting ready. They didn’t even bother separating the males and females, but the wolves were used to being naked around everyone. She’d had to change in a toilet stall. A few of them snarled at her when they caught her looking, but she didn’t look away. It was a show of dominance that she was used to. They were ranked the same and all treated like shit; what did it matter if one of them was more dominant than the other?
If she weren’t leaving, she would have urged them all to rage against the system that treated them like that, but she had enough problems. They could stay in their messed up system all they wanted.
A woman walked in with a clipboard and called their attention.
“Alright, Omegas, your attention, please,” the woman said. “I’m your supervisor. As Omegas, you have to set up all the gyms, rings, and fields for all the training sessions. You have an hour to do that.”
What?