Deadly Nightshade MXMXM

VII

I had to find a way to go to the Eldritch Academy. I knew they wouldn't allow omegas into that type of school, but I had to find a way.

Days turned into restless nights as the idea consumed me. The need to prove myself gnawed at my insides like a relentless beast. Working at the bakery under Delores' gentle guidance brought temporary solace, but it wasn't enough. I was determined to shed the label of weakness that clung to me like a shadow.

One evening, after another grueling day at the bakery, I confided in Delores. "I need to go to the Eldritch Academy," I said, my voice firm despite the fear lurking beneath my words.

Her eyes widened with shock. "Azreal, no. That place... it's not what you think. It's brutal, merciless. You don't have to prove anything to anyone."

But her words only strengthened my resolve. "I need to do this, Delores. I can't keep hiding. I can't keep living in fear."

She sighed, her expression a mix of sadness and concern. "If you're set on this path, be careful."

The next day, I approached the alpha, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want to go to the Eldritch Academy," I declared, standing as tall as I could manage.

The alpha's eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he laughed coldly. "An omega? At Eldritch? That's a death sentence."

"I don't care," I replied, forcing strength into my voice. ". I need to be stronger."

He studied me for a long moment, his golden eyes piercing, then waved a hand dismissively. "Do what you want. If you're foolish enough to throw yourself into that pit, it's your funeral."

Days later, the arrangements were made. The journey to the academy was long and arduous, the landscape growing more desolate and foreboding with each passing mile. The betas who accompanied me were silent, their expressions grim. They knew what awaited me, and their silence spoke volumes.

When we finally arrived, the academy loomed before us like a fortress, its high walls casting long shadows in the fading light. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of countless eyes watching us.

As I stepped through the gates, a shiver ran down my spine. The reality of my situation settled in, but I refused to show any fear. I was here to prove myself, to show that I was more than just an omega.

The headmaster, a stern-looking wolf with piercing blue eyes, greeted us with a cold smile. "Welcome, Azreal," he said, his voice dripping with false warmth. "We've been expecting you."

The betas left me there, their duty fulfilled. I was alone now, surrounded by strangers who would test my every limit, push me to the brink. As the gates closed behind me, I knew there was no turning back.

The betas left me there, their duty fulfilled. I was alone now, surrounded by strangers who would test my every limit, push me to the brink. As the gates closed behind me, I knew there was no turning back.

The headmaster had an expression that made my blood run cold. His eyes bore into me, as if he could see every fear and doubt lurking within. "You're the first student to come here willingly," he said, his voice a mix of curiosity and disdain. "Interesting."

He led me through the dimly lit corridors of the Eldritch Academy, the walls lined with portraits of grim-faced wolves. The atmosphere was oppressive, each step echoing ominously in the silence. "This is where you will be acquainted with your fellow peers," the headmaster continued, his tone devoid of any warmth. "We will break you down and build you back up, if you survive."

As he gave me a tour of the school, I couldn't help but notice the students' wary glances, the way they averted their eyes and kept their distance. They had a number of expressions I couldn't understand—fear, disdain, a hint of something darker that sent chills down my spine. Finally, we reached my dormitory. "Since you're the only omega here, you'll have a room to yourself," he said, opening the door to a small, bare room. "For your own safety."

The room was stark, with a single bed, a small desk, and a wardrobe. It felt more like a cell than a place of refuge.

As the door closed behind him, I sank onto the bed, the weight of my decision settling heavily on my shoulders. The silence of the room was deafening, and for the first time, doubt crept into my mind. Had I made a terrible mistake?