Selevara's POV

Come morning, the training yard was already full when I arrived with the other omegas. The wooden posts and sparring dummies were in sight. Warriors circled the space, their shouts and grunts loud as ever before. I hated this place. Every other Omega did. It wasn’t just the bruises and the endless drills, it was the stares for me. Every time I stepped onto the field, eyes followed me, it was always that of mockery.

I kept my gaze down, clutching the worn practice dagger ...