Will she ever actually give a real chance?

Probably not. Britty was mean, definitely. One of those popular girls who made people both fear and admire her. She always arrived with a small legion of followers, heels echoing on the floor, a designer bag swinging from her arm. She spoke with that calm, arrogant tone of someone who knows she will get what she wants. Eye-rolls, subtle insults—every gesture seemed calculated to keep everyone exactly where she wanted them: beneath her.

Britty was an omega famous for that magnetism, that almost dishonest charm. She was the kind of girl who made everyone look—alphas, betas, and even other omegas. Some managed to get a chance with her—when she decided their time was worth her precious attention. Most got nothing but a mocking little laugh. And when Britty got bored? Oh, she just left the person hanging, playing the fool.

Exactly like with Aurelia.

The alpha who, technically, was supposed to be her girlfriend. Or something close to it. Because in the end, Aurelia seemed more like a loyal little puppy, always at her disposal. Britty knew how to use that like no one else—and Aurelia did everything, never failing. A “bring me another drink” was obeyed instantly. And if it wasn’t exactly the way Britty wanted, she would make Aurelia go back until it was perfect.

It was ridiculous. Humiliating. And, for some reason, sweet.

Aurelia was different from the other alphas always crowding around Britty, begging for attention. She was calmer, sensitive even, as if the brutality expected from an alpha simply didn’t exist in her. She made the perfect coffee, carried the heavy stuff, started fights for Britty if anyone looked at her wrong. She endured Britty’s bossy omega attitude without complaint.

Britty ordered, Aurelia obeyed. “Get this for me.” “I don’t want that color.” “Pay for me.” “Don’t touch me.” It was always like that.

Maybe it was the money that kept Britty entertained, or maybe it was just having an alpha so completely in her hand.

And there Aurelia was again, leaning against the locker, letting out a quiet little sigh. Half frustrated. Half sad. Half begging for attention—again. The school corridor was almost empty at this time between classes. Britty was inside her own locker, using the tiny mirror on the door. She applied mascara with total calm, pretending not to have even heard that pleading voice.

"Please…" Aurelia murmured, voice low, already knowing the answer.