Viya's POV
I could never forget our first encounter. I was hiding in the girls' bathroom at Westfield Prep, trying to avoid my own tormentors during lunch period. The elite private school might have been prestigious, but for someone like me—the omega who'd lost her parents—it was often a nightmare.
I was sitting on the closed toilet lid, feet pulled up so no one would notice me, when I heard the bathroom door burst open and angry voices fill the tiled space.
"Look at this pathetic little Omega from Edgewater," a girl's voice sneered. "Do you really think wearing secondhand designer clothes makes you one of us?"
I recognized the voice as belonging to Brittany Williams, daughter of a hedge fund manager and queen bee of the sophomore class.
"Back off, Brittany. I earned my sp
