Page 74 of Ava: Part Three

“Please,” she said to them, “sit and eat. Just because they said you can’t live here doesn't mean anything has changed in this house.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Julie answered.

She didn’t know how she felt about that. It felt like a betrayal of sorts. She’d been one of them, and now they had to lower their gazes when they spoke to her.

The meal was a little strained, and though the food was delicious, she couldn’t wait to leave the house despite what she knew waited for her outside these walls. Surprisingly, Derek and Myles came into Zeke’s car and sat in the back. She’d assumed they would choose to go by themselves. Though they had met in the basement a couple of times since, she still couldn’t face them.

She had shifted to protect them because she considered them friends after everything they had gone through together, and now her only real friend was Zeke.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” she whispered when Zeke parked the car.

“You saved our lives,” Derek said. “Don’t apologise for that.”

“Yeah, but...I’m sorry.”

She couldn’t express how she felt. They had been there when she had admitted she was willing to sacrifice other students at the school for her father’s life. If that didn’t make her a heartless, dangerous bitch then she didn’t know what did.

“The first time Zeke shifted, he almost killed us. I’m sure we can get over what you did,” Myles said.

She looked back at them, and they smiled at her, but she knew they wouldn’t treat her the same now.

When she got out of the car, she felt eyes on her, not just from the students but also whatever magic Mr Hansson was using to spy on them.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Zeke asked.

“No, I’ll be fine.”

Maybe she should have said yes. Having the other students go the other way when they saw her or refuse to spar with her had been depressing the other day, and now she would be starting new classes as if it was the first day all over again.

It felt odd when she was seated in her first Business Foundations class and not Housekeeping. It was what she had wanted, but she still felt like a traitor. Like her people were the Omegas, and she was a fraud there with the Alphas.

“Miss Morgan.”

She looked up at the professor and realised he had been speaking to her all along. Professor. Not Instructor. She was finally doing college how it was meant to be.

“I said I will send you some work to your tablet to help you catch up and assign someone to help you.”

Tension rose in the classroom. No one would want that job; even the professor knew that. But she nodded and looked down at her work.

“I can help her.”

She was shocked when she heard that voice. Douche Dexter. He looked at her warily, but she hadn’t had any issues with him since the incident with his dad.

“Thank you, Mr Smith,” the professor said. “Now, in our last lesson...”

She had never had so much preferential treatment in her life. Since her lessons were no longer in one building, she went to the wrong building for her next class, and when she finally found the right one, she was more than fifteen minutes late. No one threatened her with detention. It might have been because they were scared of her, but she was pretty sure that was the standard for all the Alpha blood students. The divide between the students was so glaringly obvious that she wondered why everyone else was okay with it.

She hated the system more now that she was on the other side.

She was so glad when lunchtime came. She rushed out of her last class but stopped when she saw who was leaning against the pillars outside the door. Andrei and Diego looked at her so intently that she felt shivers run down her spine.

Was it already time for her decision?

“We’re coming for lunch,” Alpha Diego said.

“Tell your friends. I think it's time we all sit down and have a little chat about the future," Andrei added.

Chapter 44

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