Novah’s POV
“Cat got your tongue?” Loveth smirked. She took a step closer, lowering her voice theatrically, ensuring everyone straining to hear could catch her words. “Look, it’s really sad. We all feel bad for you, truly. Being an omega must be hard. Feeling so… insignificant.” She paused, letting the word hang. “But following Ashton? Trying to insert yourself where you clearly don’t belong? That’s just… creepy. And pathetic.” She sighed dramatically. “He feels sorry for you, you know? Having to babysit you because your daddy ordered it. But pity isn’t interest, Novah. Take the hint. Stay away.”
Her words were precise, designed to wound. Highlighting my omega status, my father’s indifference, Ashton’s enforced duty, and branding me a creepy, unwanted stalker. The humiliation was complete, a public flaying. I felt dizzy, the hallway tilting. Tears streamed down my face unchecked. I couldn’t stop them. Weak. Shallow. Crying in front of everyone.
I risked a glance past Loveth. Ashton w
