Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dominion Academy: Rise of The Omega : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

By the time I made it back to the dining hall, the morning crowd had thinned out. Perfect.I kept my hoodie low, tray balanced in one hand, head down as I slid into the last corner seat near the back wall. Sleep hadn’t come easy last night. Not after Cassian. Not after his voice, low and close in the dark, whispering, “Next time you lie to me, I’ll know.”I stabbed a piece of sausage with my fork and forced it into my mouth. It tasted dry and flavorless but it kept my hands busy.The noise of the hall rolled around me—laughter, chairs scraping, the occasional snarl as two hotheads sized each other up. All normal. All expected. Alphas thrived on tension.So I kept quiet. Ate fast. Head down.“Hey.”I froze mid-bite.The voice came from two seats down. It was too smug to ignore. Too loud to pretend I didn’t hear.Slowly, I looked up.Darren.He smirked when I met his gaze. “You’re the new guy, right? The quiet one.”I didn’t answer.He slid into the seat across from me anyway, tray cla

Cassian growled.I heard it.Everyone heard it.And I knew exactly who it was for.Me.I stood there, heart pounding, staring into those eyes that burned hotter than the fire behind me. The whole room went quiet. Someone coughed. Someone else shifted in their seat. But all I could hear was that sound, low and dangerous, still echoing in my ears.I turned and walked away before I did something stupid. Like ask him why it sounded like he cared.Because he didn’t.He couldn’t.I kept walking, even though my legs were jelly. Even though I could feel his gaze searing through my hoodie. I didn’t stop until I reached my room, locked the door, and leaned my back against it, sliding down to the cold floor.What was that?Why had he reacted like that? That guy wasn’t doing anything wrong. Just talking. A dumb conversation about combat strategies and bruises, and suddenly Cassian wanted to rip his throat out.You’re not supposed to want him to.But I did. God, I did.I closed my eyes, trying to

He smelled me.Not just the sweat or the dirt or the pack’s lingering musk after hours of training. No. Cassian’s eyes had locked on mine like he’d seen through me, and that quiet whisper behind his eyes—the wolf—recognized me.My chest burned from the inside out.I didn’t move for a second after he hit the ground. I should’ve backed away, played it cool. Instead, I just stood there, staff in hand, staring down at him like an idiot.His brows twitched, jaw clenching ever so slightly.“You done showing off?” he muttered, still sprawled on the floor, too relaxed for someone who’d just lost a round.I blinked, the moment snapping like a taut string. “Maybe,” I said, stepping back, keeping my voice low, gruff. “Unless you want to go again.”He pushed himself to his feet with a smirk that hit somewhere too low in my stomach. “We’ll see.”Then he walked away, casual as ever, but I felt it. The weight of his attention still dragging behind him, like a hook embedded deep under my skin.I turn

I didn’t sleep through the night.Not really. I drifted in and out of something that felt like rest but filled with regret.I've been too careless with the wolfsbane.But even with me trying to rest and get over my regrets, Cassian’s voice found a way into my head.Cassian’s voice lingered even in my dreams—You will. In time.Arrogant bastard.But when I opened my eyes to the soft grey morning filtering through the curtains, I didn’t feel like I was near death anymore. My limbs were still heavy, but the pain in my body had dulled. The wolfsbane had passed its worst.And I was still here.I sat up slowly, groaning as every muscle protested. My shirt was damp with sweat, my hair sticking to my forehead. Disgusting. I peeled it off and changed into a fresh shirt, one of the plainer ones. No reason to attract more attention than necessary.Not that it mattered. The second I stepped into the training hall, they were already whispering.“There goes the weakling.”“Heard he passed out cold

I didn’t sleep a wink after he snapped at me.Cassian had looked straight into my eyes, voice raw with something I couldn’t name—anger, confusion, maybe both—and told me to stop watching him. But I couldn’t help it. I was sleeping when I heard him muttering something in his sleep. His face twisted like he was in an expression I could only peg down as longing. I hadn’t meant to stare. I’d just… gotten stuck. Like something invisible tied my eyes to him.And I hated it. Ever since I came into this school, I had a strong conviction he was my mate.Making me act weird around him.I suspect he could feel too. But I'm just glad he has not actively tried to understand his feelings yet.Only focusing on the fact that I was hiding something. But even if he had a clue, he had a girlfriend.And Raven doesn't look like the type that is willing to share her alpha with anybody. Not that I had plans of doing anything with him.The last thing I want is for my cover to get blown.But that didn't mak