I hate, HATE omegas. The last omega I loved betrayed me and it hurts when I rememeber. I'm walking around the campus when suddently someone bumped into me. Judging by the quiet huff and sweet scent, it's an omega.

The girl stumbled backwards and curses low under her breath when her books fall to the ground

"S- sorry..."

She whispers, her bunny-like ears dropping against her head (in Lakeside High, everyone around is Alpha, Beta or Omega and also everyone is Hybrid, half-human, half-animal).

I can't help the slight blush that take place on my cheeks as I look down at her. Oh. My. GOSH! She's the cuttest omega I've ever seen.

I kneel down, helping her to take and carry her books.

"It's okay... really."

I murmur softly, slowly standing up and hesitantly raising my hand to pat the omega's head, her bunny-like ears twitch softly and my wolf-like tail wag in excitment as I notice that.

I look like an excited child as I poke her round, fluffy tail, giggling low to myself. How could she be this cute?