Serena’s POV Once the weekend was over, I returned to Northridge and I found my locker covered in thick red paint. A small crowd were already gathered around it, whispering and snickering. Some Alphas didn’t even try to hide their grins of approval. The words were scrawled on it with an ugly, almost incomprehensible handwriting that irritated me more. It took me a moment to read them out, some bold, others squished to avoid the neighboring locker, but what it said was: WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE OMEGA FREAK. The freak part was the hardest word to decipher. It triggered me, my jaw clenching. But I kept my face calm and I turned to the nearest student. “Who did this?” No answer. The boy quickly walked away. Others giggled, and whispered harshly, openly taunting me. I couldn't make out the words under the buzz of chatter, but it irritated me even more. So I stepped back and raised my voice just loud enough to silence everyone. “I asked who did this and suddenly you're all mute
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