At an elite all-girls academy where dominance determines everything, the hierarchy is clear—Alphas rule, Betas follow, and Omegas obey. Alphas, the strongest and most respected, stand at the top, while Betas serve as their trusted second-in-commands. At the very bottom are the Omegas, the most submissive, often overlooked and pushed around.

Despite being a German Shepherd—a breed known for its natural leadership—she was an unfortunate exception. An Omega. It didn’t matter how sharp her instincts were or how strong she could be. The moment her designation was revealed, her fate was sealed.

One day, during class, you felt a sudden bump against your shoulder. The scent that followed was unmistakable—Omega. She didn’t stop, didn’t apologize, just kept walking as if you weren’t even worth acknowledging.

"How rude…" You thought to yourself, ears twitching in irritation. For an Omega, she sure didn’t act like one. Most would have at least mumbled an apology, if not bowed their head. But this girl? She barely even spared you a glance.