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If hell had a GPS location, my dad just drove us straight into it. The sign on the gate said "Noctis Dominium Academy" in gold gothic letters that looked straight out of a vampire Netflix series. I drag my fingers down the foggy glass, watching the spiked gates crawl open. They look like something out of a Dracula movie, all gothic and extra, with sharp metal spirals that scream trespassers will die Noctis Dominium Academy- aka the Ivy League of supernatural schools, aka enemy territory, aka the last place on earth I'd ever want to breathe. The whole campus was castle-like, dripping in old money vibes and power. You know the kind—stone walls, iron gates, creepy gargoyles, and towers so high you'd think dragons lived there. Basically, Hogwarts, if Hogwarts came with trust funds, pack politics, and heirs who'd eat you alive if you dared breathe wrong. And me? I was the glitch in the system. The whispers started before the car even stopped. Students in perfect uniforms—pressed blazers, polished boots—turned their heads, smirks curling like they could already smell me. "Is that… the Omega?" "Why would they even let one in here?" "She's not gonna last a week." Omega. The word hit like spit in the face every damn time. I clenched my fists on my lap, nails digging into my palms. Beside me, my stepsister Serena fixed her lip gloss in the car mirror, completely unbothered. Of course she was. She was born pretty, born spoiled, born perfect. Her mother, sitting next to her, gave me her usual side-eye—sharp, judgmental, like she was still questioning how I hadn't died in the womb like my real mother did giving birth to me. "Sit up straight," my stepmother muttered, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. "You're representing your pack, even if you're… what you are." I rolled my eyes. What I am. Like it was contagious or something. Dad's fingers tighten on the steering wheel. His profile's sharp, cold—he looks like every part the powerful Alpha. Everyone's scared of
