Aria’s POV
“That isn’t true at all,” I snapped, turning to the Headmaster with wide eyes.
Alistair’s gaze was unreadable, but the crease between his brows deepened slightly. “Aria, I’d like a word. Alone.”
I didn’t need to look at Ryker to know the smug smirk still painted his stupidly handsome face. But I gave him a glare so sharp I hoped it singed his soul.
With a reluctant breath, I followed Headmaster Alistair down the corridor, his long strides forcing me to pick up my pace.
“I’ve been hearing about your unique stats at the training grounds,” he said as soon as we rounded the corner, out of earshot. “Very impressive. But also… concerning.”
I blinked. “Concerning?”
“You’re getting more envy than admiration. And not just from the students. You’re an Omega. The more you shine, the more you paint a target on your back.”
He stopped walking and faced me fully, his expression severe. “Keep up the good work. But don’t get involved in anything that might tarnish your image. If you
