Chapter 6

Why did I pretend to be an Omega at the military academy in the first place?

Because I desperately wanted to get stronger.

As a plain Beta, if I tried to provoke those arrogant Alphas in the mecha department,

Most people wouldn’t even give me a second glance.

But an Omega? That was different.

They’d get excited, eager to conquer me.

So, when I first enrolled, I set myself up as a beautiful, sharp-tongued Omega.

No strong Alpha from the mecha department, across three different years, had escaped my sarcastic remarks.

Now, I’d differentiated into an Alpha, and my karma was here.

The Alphas who had held back, thinking I was an Omega, no longer showed any mercy.

Several mechas ganged up on me at once.

I had only recently differentiated and hadn't adapted yet. For a moment, I was completely overwhelmed.

Until another dark blue mecha charged in, taking out the other mechas and rescuing me.

It was Jasper’s mecha.

In the locker room, I changed out of my training uniform, my hair soaked with sweat.

Jasper walked in, watching me silently.

For some reason, I thought of the long-haired man from a few days ago, and a strange, guilty feeling, like I was cheating, washed over me.

But then I immediately dismissed it. We had already broken up.

"Don’t help me next time."

I draped my towel over my shoulder.

"I need to learn to handle everything on my own."

"Jasper, we’re done."

"Rowan!" Jasper cut me off, a rare flash of anger on his face. "Don’t be like this."

"I never agreed to break up. You’re still my partner. There won't be anyone else."