My roommate disappears, and the Headmaster tells us she transferred to Rosevale Academy.
Everyone accepts it.
I don’t, because Rosevale shut down last year, and I’m not the kind of omega who ignores things that don’t add up.
That’s the problem with this place. If you look like me, curvy, quiet, easy to underestimate, people assume you aren’t paying attention. They assume you’re not dangerous, that whatever power you have is small enough to control.
I let them think that.
It’s easier than explaining just how much magic I’ve been hiding, and what would happen if anyone here realized exactly what I am.
For a long time, survival meant staying out of sight and out of trouble.
Then my roommate told me she felt like someone was following her.
I didn’t take it seriously. I should have.
Now she’s gone, and the explanation they’ve given us doesn’t even try to hold up under scrutiny. The more I look into it, the clearer it becomes that she isn’t the only one who’s disappeared, just the only one I was close enough to notice.
Something is moving through this academy, and it’s choosing omegas.
That’s when I start paying attention to the only three men who don’t quite fit.
Elian Rhyse, Bastien Verin, and Soren Conse move through the academy like they’re observing it rather than belonging to it, always in the right place at the right time, always watching a little too closely. It would almost be reassuring if it weren’t for the fact that something about them is deeply wrong.
I can’t scent them.
Not alpha, not beta, not anything my instincts recognize, and that absence lingers long after they’ve walked away.
It should make them easier to avoid.
Instead, it draws me in.
The more I dig into the disappearances, the more they seem to close ranks around me, appearing when I get too close to something I shouldn’t see, stepping in before I can decide whether I need help or not. I don’t know what they are or what they want, but I know they’ve decided I’m not walking through this alone.
Which might be the only reason I’m still here.
Or the reason I’ve already been marked.
Because whatever has been taking omegas isn’t done yet.
And lately…
it feels less like I’m searching for it, and more like it’s been watching me all along.
TROPES
Everyone accepts it.
I don’t, because Rosevale shut down last year, and I’m not the kind of omega who ignores things that don’t add up.
That’s the problem with this place. If you look like me, curvy, quiet, easy to underestimate, people assume you aren’t paying attention. They assume you’re not dangerous, that whatever power you have is small enough to control.
I let them think that.
It’s easier than explaining just how much magic I’ve been hiding, and what would happen if anyone here realized exactly what I am.
For a long time, survival meant staying out of sight and out of trouble.
Then my roommate told me she felt like someone was following her.
I didn’t take it seriously. I should have.
Now she’s gone, and the explanation they’ve given us doesn’t even try to hold up under scrutiny. The more I look into it, the clearer it becomes that she isn’t the only one who’s disappeared, just the only one I was close enough to notice.
Something is moving through this academy, and it’s choosing omegas.
That’s when I start paying attention to the only three men who don’t quite fit.
Elian Rhyse, Bastien Verin, and Soren Conse move through the academy like they’re observing it rather than belonging to it, always in the right place at the right time, always watching a little too closely. It would almost be reassuring if it weren’t for the fact that something about them is deeply wrong.
I can’t scent them.
Not alpha, not beta, not anything my instincts recognize, and that absence lingers long after they’ve walked away.
It should make them easier to avoid.
Instead, it draws me in.
The more I dig into the disappearances, the more they seem to close ranks around me, appearing when I get too close to something I shouldn’t see, stepping in before I can decide whether I need help or not. I don’t know what they are or what they want, but I know they’ve decided I’m not walking through this alone.
Which might be the only reason I’m still here.
Or the reason I’ve already been marked.
Because whatever has been taking omegas isn’t done yet.
And lately…
it feels less like I’m searching for it, and more like it’s been watching me all along.
TROPES
- Dark paranormal academy
Curvy omega heroine
Missing / hunted omegas
Stalker in the shadows
Hidden identity dragon shifters
She can’t scent them
Undercover watchers
Forced proximity
Possessive anti-heroes
Why choose / reverse harem
Touch her and die energy
Hidden power heroine
Genre: Paranormal Romance