How painfully challenging it must be for someone to love or even like me. I'm just Jade, an ordinary soul, never causing harm to anyone, yet I find myself facing disdain merely for my birthright. Is it my fault for being born an omega? It feels like I bear the weight of centuries-old transgressions committed by someone from my race against the werewolves. Do I deserve all this hatred? Why do I continually deceive myself into believing that I could hold a special place in a werewolf's heart? The truth remains that I am destined to be inferior to them, forever in Caleb's shadow.
"Dad, I told you I know what I have to do. You don't have to repeat it again and again. Can you please drop it? Stop bothering me for once and trust me, will you? I know you want me to kill Jade, and I heard you the
