His Incurable Omega novel Chapter 51

"Goodbye," I whispered hurriedly, knowing if I didn't leave soon we would never depart and would end up with Alto kidnapping me altogether.

The doors began to close and I watched from the window as Alto shook with uncontrollable rage and sorrow. His wolf surfacing out.

I saw in the distance the black form of what looked to be some animal, running after the flying plane, no hope of catching up to it.

Over the roar of the engine, I thought I heard the unmistakable howl of a wolf- crying his despair and sorrow over and over for the world to hear.

The sea is nothing but a library

of all the tears in history.

-Lemony Snicket

I think everyone has a different coping mechanism whenever they arrive at a new place.

Some familiarize themselves with the layout, trying their best to store and know everything about where they are.

Others think it's about the people. That if you make new friends or have people you can talk to and trust, that the newness of the place doesn't seem as bad.

For me it was routine.

I needed a routine.

I needed to know when I was getting up in the morning, what I was going to wear, where I was going to eat breakfast and what I was going to eat. I needed to know the places I would be going to and the people I would most likely be seeing. I needed routine. Order. Structure.

And that's exactly what the Academy provided.

They had a time for everything.

They had good food. It was standard and most of the time the same, but it was good.

They had uniforms, allowing for me to not have the worry of what to choose from to wear and instead blend in with the other students that were attending.

And they had classes. Classes that were routine and scheduled and each had a time slot.

I quickly adjusted to my new life and found that what I dreaded, was actually not that bad.

I even along the way found some allies.

Allies.

That is what they called them at the Academy. Because here you did not make friends. Here you kept in mind that any sort of bond you formed with the others would one day either hurt or help you in your political rule.

"That was a boring lesson," Yasmine said.

I shook my head in mild disgust. "Yasmine, you're engaged to Prince Alrick." A fact I seemed to have to remind her every day of.

"Alrick," here Yasmine sighed and looked up at the sky, "if that man wrote even one sentence worth of what your prince did then I would show him some devotion."

I blushed at this. Every week Alto sent a new letter in response to my own. It was one of Yasmine's and Jasmine's favorite thing. I jokingly warned Alto that if he didn't let up on his pretty words, I would have competition. I tried to hide the letters from them, saying they were private, but the sisters ignored my request and read them anyway, finding them stashed and hidden away.

Alto didn't seem to mind, and sometimes even found it enjoyable that someone else was able to read his love for me.

We sat in silence for a while, each lost in our own thoughts. Taking note that the conversation seemed to be over, I reopened my textbook and continued searching.

Several more minutes passed before Jasmine reminded me of the time.

Waving goodbye to the sisters, I rounded the corner, heading to my next lesson.

Some students who knew my name greeted me as I walked. I waved or said hi back.

I entered the room, dropping my bag and the heavy textbooks it held within it. I sighed in relief as the strain of the weight left my shoulders.

"Come in Fayette," I heard a voice say.

Walking further in, I found Lady Cora sitting at her desk.