Chapter 7

Faythe

Beta Connor said my room is basic and that there isn't much in here but after a full twenty-four hours locked within my own warded space, I am beginning to think this might be luxury. Instead of the stained mattress I have at home, I have a plush memory foam mattress on a beautifully carved wooden bed frame; the four pillows are so fluffy that I’ve had to take two of them off the bed just to get a good night's sleep. The duvet cover is a soft cotton that feels like a feather stroking my skin while I sleep; the soft cream walls have been enchanted so that they change depending on my mood. When I first came in here, they were a deep teal but now they’re a soft sky blue that instantly makes me feel relaxed. The oak-wood cupboard is filled with clothes in my exact size and labels that even my father would have struggled to afford. The attached bathroom has a gold claw-foot bathtub with a multiple-selection bubble pump and even jets built into the side. I never knew students lived like this because if I did, I would have run here with every penny I had. I’m not materialistic in the slightest but this room might make me reconsider all of that.

“Faythe, breakfast is on the table and your first class is in an hour.” Alice calls through the door as I scan the clothes in the cupboard. I glance over at the closed door, which is still locked securely so no one can come in. I know the door is warded but I’ve never had a lock to be able to keep people out and I appreciate the added security.

"What's the first class?” I call out to her; I don’t bother opening the door because I’m wrapped in a fluffy white towel after having one of the most luxurious baths of my life. I smell like artificial roses and every inch of my skin is covered in a light sheen thanks to the winter leaf-scented moisturiser that I found under the sink.

“If you look on your desk, the panel will update with your schedule, see you in the dining room.” I close the cupboard doors as I listen to Alice walk away from the door. I’m not sure if she’s respecting my privacy or if the warding has something to do with why she hasn’t forced me to open the door.

I move over to my desk to see the oak wood has changed in the right corner; a small screen I didn’t know was there has lit up to show today's schedule. Looks like I have hand-to-hand training this morning and then Pack history this afternoon. I have no idea what to expect from the classes because I’m used to things like English, Maths and Housekeeping.

“Training, training.” I mutter the word over and over again as I walk back to the cupboard and start pushing clothes aside. When my father let me watch training sessions, the females always wore leggings and a sports bra. I don’t think I have the confidence to walk around with my massive breasts thrust up under my chin while also being squashed against my chest bone. I end up grabbing a pair of soft grey leggings with a lime green stripe up them, a matching sports bra and an oversized white cotton t-shirt. Once I’m dressed with my hair wrapped in a tight bun, I decide I can’t stall any longer and place my feet into my old sneakers and slowly open my bedroom door; other than to grab a tray of food left in the hall, I haven’t opened the door since Alice showed me to my room. I poke my head past the warding and all the silence of my room falls away. I can hear someone shouting about her missing toothbrush, someone else yelling that her sports bra is too small and a shrill screech of a female yelling about her roommate stealing her make-up. I’m not sure why someone needs to wear make-up to get sweaty in training; personally, I can’t imagine wanting to have my mascara running down my face while sweat drips from my body.

“Who the hell are you?” A shiver runs down my spine as a high-pitched female growls right behind me. I slowly turn to face the person of the voice and I know instantly this is the female Alice warned me about when I closed the door in her face. She sounds just like Sapphire and even if I didn’t know her name, I would the second I looked at her because it's plastered across her chest in deep blue cursive; she must really think alot of herself to monogram her sports bra. She’s stunning with her ink-black hair, dark blue eyes and perfectly tanned skin; her breasts are the perfect size and her stomach is so flat I can see the start of a six-pack developing. She’s got her arms crossed over her chest as she looks me up and down, her lips pursed in disgust as she takes in my outfit and sniffs deeply.

“Faythe.” I mutter as I lower my gaze so I’m looking at her perfectly smooth legs instead of her face, she’s wearing tiny booty shorts from the same material as my leggings; it like she sliced up her leggings until she was sure her ass was on full display.

“Oh, the Omega.” I hate how she says my designation; she somehow makes it sound like an insult and although I’m used to the inflection, it still hurts. Yes, I’m an Omega but I can’t change that.

“Sapphire?” Another female shouts and jumps out of the room behind the perfect beauty, I look up just intime to see a carbon copy of Sapphire, except this female has brown hair instead of black and green eyes instead of blue. “Holy crap, is this the new charity case?” The new female laughs as she crosses her arms over her chest and stands shoulder to shoulder with her friend. I could stay here and let the two of them belittle me but I know the longer I stand here the more likely I am to fight back and that will only end up with me in front of Alpha Hunter to be disciplined.

“Erm, I have to, erm, go.” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder as I close my bedroom door and start walking backwards down the hall. Their blue and green eyes narrow as they start to follow me. I want to turn my back on them and start running before something bad can happen but my father’s warning rings through my head.

‘When cornered, never turn your back on an enemy; most won’t attack while you look them in the eyes.’ I know two perfectly made-up bitchy females aren’t exactly an enemy but when you're twenty, an enemy and a bitchy female can feel like the same thing.

“Alpha Hunter must be losing his damn mind, letting an Omega in the same house as us.” The brown-haired female laughs; she rolls her eyes at me while laughing along with Sapphire. “The sooner you turn twenty-one and Alpha Hunter makes you Luna, the sooner we can get rid of scum like this.” No wonder Sapphire has an air of authority about her; if she’s going to be the next Luna and Alpha Hunter’s mate, then she basically owns this house and everything that happens in it.

“I know, right?" Sapphire laughs. I come to a stop because I’m at the top of the stairs and the last thing I want to try is to walk down them backwards. Without a wolf, I’m kind of clumsy and I’m more likely to fall down the damn things if I try.

“Awesome.” I mutter to myself, I don’t want to turn my back on them but I have no choice. I slowly turn from them so it doesn’t look like I’m snubbing the future Luna. Sapphire lets out another musical laugh and I feel a hand on my shoulder a split second before the carpeted stairs start getting closer to my face. I try to grab the wooden bannister to stop my momentum but I’m falling too fast. I try to keep myself relaxed because I know tensing up will mean more injuries as I bounce off each step but when the pain hits me, there is nothing I can do to stop every muscle I have going tight. A scream gets lodged in my throat as I roll and bounce down the course carpet; I feel my skin being rubbed red raw and my head bounces back and forth until I’m finally flat on my back at the bottom of the stairs. I keep my eyes closed for a long minute as I wait for further pain to come my way but instead of more pain, all I hear is a loud chorus of laughter which stops so abruptly I’m worried I’ve gone deaf.