Novah’s POV
He finally glanced at me, a flicker of something dark and unreadable in his grey eyes before his expression shuttered again. “People believe what they want to believe, Novah. Especially about omegas.” He stated it like a simple fact, like commenting on the weather. There was no offer of reassurance, no hint he might contradict whatever Loveth was saying. Just cold pragmatism. “Keep your head down. Do your work. Ignore it.”
*Ignore it.* Like ignoring a pack of wolves circling you. Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one branded unstable, a stalker, a desperate creep. The unfairness of it, the sheer helplessness, choked me. Tears pricked my eyes again. *Weak. Always weak.* I turned my face back to the window, biting my lip hard to stop the traitorous sob. Obedience. Silence. Disappearing. That was the only script left.
The silence returned, heavier than before. Every mile towards school felt like a descent into a pit. The familiar brick facade of Mooncrest High loomed, no lo
