Chapter 3

As I wiped the table, the man stood up. "Thank you very much, Sir. Please come again!" I pledged cheerfully, but he didn't respond. He simply continued walking. I took the tray with the dishes and glasses and placed it in the food container right away. While nothing else was going on, I went straight to the kitchen and began washing the dishes. I hurried to soap it up because there were so many customers. After all, I'm used to it, so we haven't seen it before. Because a crew member or waiter cannot be slow, I learnt to wash dishes rapidly.

I went home right after a couple hours at work. The manager was friendly and helpful in some ways, and he gave us a few minutes to eat. That's also true because I don't eat lunch or dinner at this time. When I go home, I won't be hungry or irritated. When I'm not with them, they usually don't feed me. They are used to it. Assume the food was prepared exclusively for them. They didn't even consider that I needed food. I'm sure they'll be annoyed with me again next week because there's no food left. Is it my responsibility that they are greedy and unable to save? They believed that making money would be simple. They were unaware that I was already having problems and fainting due to a lack of sleep. I was fortunate in that I had money in my piggy bank. They have no idea where it is because they never come into my room. They believe I'm a f*cking id*ot. That was also fine because they weren't going to use it or couldn't get into my room.

I went straight to my room and changed into my pajamas when I got home. It's now 5:00 a.m. and 7:00 a.m. is my first subject, and I'm hoping we can study together. I don't want to hear anything else from them. They have nothing else to throw at them but annoyance.

When she noticed me standing on the side of the road, looking out the window, she remarked, "Omega is here," I took the seat next to the window. I don't want to be in the middle because I'll draw the professor's attention to myself once more.

"How dare she? After what happened yesterday, she truly attends her class again," she muttered, but I ignored her. They might bully me even more if I paid more attention.

"Correct! Samantha, what you did to her yesterday was insufficient. I'm hoping you've dealt with the torture." The other day, she grabbed my hair and shoved me down the stairs. Her name is Lovely, and she appears innocent, but she is the real villain in my life. They're all bad people. I'm hoping they're fascinated by what they're doing.

"Our class captain says you can't kill on campus," Samantha explained.

"What? Captain!" Samantha's friend shouted. Maybe he told Samantha the other day that they shouldn't kill Omega if they see it.

"All I'm doing is obeying their orders. You should be outside the campus if you want to kill Omega or hurt him so badly that his bones break. If another Omega finds you, it's up to you," he snickered. It's too common for them to kill an Omega. For them, it's like a game, but it still depends on the situation, particularly when they're angry.

I didn't hear anything else until the professor walked in. The male professor is now serious, as if he doesn't care what rank you have; perhaps he wants to teach us so we don't waste time. That is exactly how it should be!

"Good morning, everyone. Today's subject is environmental science, but we'll start next week," he stated as he sat his books on the table. He stared at each of us one by one, as if counting the number of students in the room.

"Who is your class captain?"  he asked and sat down.

Someone replied, "James Villanueva, Sir."

He asked, "Captain, how many of you are in this class?"

"51 students, Sir," James announced as he was received by Sir.

"Get a 1/4 index card. Put your name, age, rank, birthday, and address on a piece of paper. Please post your 2x2 image on the far left side of the page. Get it done before the deadline," he added as he snatched his phone. Perhaps Sir is preoccupied, and this is what he will do first.

I took out an index card and quickly wrote down my name, age, rank, birthdate, and address. I will not borrow because my stuff is complete. The issue is that if you are an Omega and borrow from a higher rank, you will be informed of what to perform before you are lent. They may refuse to lend at times, and as a result, you may be harmed. You'll be irritated by what they do!

I grabbed my glue and photo right away so I could finish it and hand it over to Sir. Others could be heard gossiping about me as I did this, and I'm sure I'll be oppressed again later. But instead of noticing them, I concentrated on attaching the back of my photo to the index card and then gluing it to the index card.

I got up and sat down on Sir's table before returning to my seat. Some followed suit a few minutes later. They were only waiting for me to pass first to watch Sir's reaction, which thankfully did not occur.

I'd like you to be aware. There is no commotion in my class, especially when it comes to rank. Do you understand me? You are all on an equal level in my class." My classmates screamed when they heard what Sir said, as if there was something wrong with it, but instead of siding with the complainants, Sir dropped his cellphone on the table.

"I'm still here!" he said. You should respect me since I am your professor! Is that how you always are? You are still higher in position, but you have no respect for others!" he yelled, and the room fell silent. I'm just relieved that this thinking still exists among professors. He didn't want anyone in his class to get bullied. His eyes became flushed. He should not be abused because of his aura. That vibe appeals to me. Even your glare is frightening. I want to learn it so that they are all terrified of me. Even though I am Omega and my rank is low, I want to show that I am capable of competing with them.

"Those in higher positions should be aware of proper manners. It's as if you've got two mouths," Sir stated, and I refrained from laughing. To stop giggling, I instantly covered my mouth and stared at the floor.

When the doorbell rang, Sir quickly gathered his bags and exited without saying anything. Perhaps he was hurt as a result of what happened. Are your students insulting you and yelling at you? Who isn't irritated? But I was surprised when Samantha ran at me, pulling my hair. It appears like she intends to injure me once more because it's based on the fact that his brows are virtually fused together. I diverted my gaze and pretended not to notice her.

I felt her two friends approach me and place their hands on my face, as if to give it to Samantha.

"Are you already laughing just because Sir said that?" she asked. Because of what is going on, my classmates have fallen silent. They seemed to be waiting for something wonderful to happen. I tried to get away, but they strengthened their grip on my head and even partially restrained my arms, preventing me from fleeing. Will I be beaten shut once more after I leave campus?

"You don't have a wound on your forehead yet. I wanted to see your scar, but our wolves' wounds heal rapidly, so I can't," she remarked, a trace of regret in her voice. That's exactly how she is! Is she truly trying to make me suffer?

When she slapped me, I instantly moaned, and everyone shouted in response to the ferocity of the slap. I felt my cheek flare up as she struck me with such force that it felt as if her hand had reached out to me. My hair was pulled to the left so I could face her. To avoid being irritated, I cupped my palm. Fortunately, I didn't make it evident that I was repulsed and had a different opinion of her. Because if she did, it would be a big deal. It's possible that it's not the only item I can access.

I started to feel weird in my body so I suddenly pushed him to sit down.  All the women sighed while the men were stunned.  Maybe it was because they could smell what so I simultaneously broke my arms to get away from Samantha’s two friends.  I immediately grabbed my gear and ran out of the classroom.  My heart was pounding loudly as if chasing me.  It’s because of twitter and how I feel.  I have to stay away from male wolves because otherwise, what shouldn’t happen will happen.

 Because of how I was feeling, my heart started racing loudly, as if chasing me. I have to avoid male wolves because otherwise, things that shouldn't happen will.

I went there right away as I remembered there was a woodland pal a little distance from school. I'm running too fast now, and I'm not sure if they'll catch up with me; I'm hoping they don't smell me. When I got to the middle of the forest, I sat down on the ground with my back against a tree. There is only one way to get rid of this heat. I have to get out of this. But I'm hesitant to do so, especially considering this location is dangerous. Wolves can appear at any time, which is why I stay away from them.

Even if a female wolf appears, I'm confident she'll alert her male buddy to the source of the odor.

"What am I going to do?" I ask, my voice trembling as though I'm struggling to comprehend what's going on; I'm at a loss for words. If we don't let the heat last 10–20 minutes, it could happen next week. Because the heat comes once a month, and twice a month if we can't get out.

I drank from the bottle of water in my bag. I'm hoping it's simply calming down. What was going on had me out of breath. I'm also sweating so heavily that it shouldn't be feasible or normal. I can't think of any other option, yet I'm terrified. My sense of smell is also getting stronger. I sincerely hope no one notices. I prayed to the Wolf God while closing my eyes.

"I'm hoping no one smells it. Please, I pray that you will assist and guide me," I said softly as I opened my eyes. I calmed down by taking a deep breath. I could also hear my own heartbeat. I'm hoping to just have a wolf when I finish this. I'm hoping they don't see me while I'm doing that since I'm at a loss for what to do and how I'll respond if they do.

I closed my eyes and swallowed my saliva. I said faintly, "I'm terribly nervous," since I felt like I didn't have a voice. I could also feel my palms and feet trembling. I couldn't swallow my own saliva, so I drank some more water. My throat is really dry. It felt as though I was losing my voice as a result of what was going on. When I talk, it's as if the wind is coming out of my mouth rather than my voice.

I ask myself, "Can I still do it?" So, how am I going to proceed? Because of what was going on, I just wiped my face. If another Omega feels the heat, she has already done what she should! I was still nervous at the time.

I did what I had to do because I had nothing else to do except wait for the vanish, but to my surprise, I heard something in front of me, and when I glanced at it, a man arrived with a touch of concern on his face.