Aurora opened her bedroom door and tossed her school bag onto the study table nearby. Without wasting a moment, she quickly undressed and stepped into the shower.
Lately, her days felt completely upside down. The workload from school had been intense. She spent most of her time buried in textbooks at the library and only allowed herself to hang out once a week. This routine helped her avoid feeling overwhelmed while catching up on her lessons.
There was a teacher she often ran into at the library who had been incredibly helpful. Thanks to her, Aurora now understood the concepts that once left her feeling like a headless chicken. The teacher wasn't just good at explaining things—she made learning easier and more effective.
Aurora had met her few times during an advanced class she occasionally attended, although the teacher wasn't officially her subject teacher. Still, they crossed paths often in the library.
The teacher preferred working in the library rather than the crowded and noisy staff room, which made sense—she wasn't a full time teacher at the school. The library offered a quieter atmosphere, and with access to a computer, it was more convenient for both studying and working.
That's what the teacher said—she prefers working in the library. Sometimes, there are students gathered around her, which is why she only helps Aurora occasionally and usually with subjects Aurora has no clue about.
The history here was completely different from what Aurora had studied in her previous school. She was just glad she would be heading to college soon. That way, she wouldn't have to deal with subjects she didn't care about. When it came to history, all Aurora needed to do was remember the key points—and that was good enough for her. She had no interest in the subject at all.
Even in her previous life, Aurora hadn't known much about history, not even after finishing college. She remembered a few things, and that was it.
Aurora was thankful that the teacher was patient with her and helped her a lot. That's why she started buying food for the teacher to show her appreciation—since the teacher refused to accept any cash.
Her friends were confused about why she always brought extra food every day. But since there was a chance she might differentiate soon—at least, that's what the doctor said—she told them it was probably due to an increase in appetite. And, honestly, they weren't wrong.
Lately, Aurora had been feeling hungrier than usual. She thought it was just stress from school. But after her parents grew concerned and took her for a check up, they found signs that her differentiation might be approaching.
Aurora didn't really mind. In fact, after learning she might differentiate soon, she even started praying every night to become a Beta.
After learning about how the omegaverse society works, I realized that Alphas here act more like wild animals driven by instinct. Omegas, on the other hand, are often treated like playthings—used and discarded without respect. Only recently did the government pass a new law to protect Omegas and give them basic rights.
But even with the new law in place, it still hasn't stopped some Alphas from abusing or harassing Omegas. Many of them simply ignore the rules, thinking they can get away with it.
After all, they're Alphas—always acting like they're above everyone else, untouchable and in control.
Aurora remembered all those cliché moments from the past where Alphas would bully, insult, or control Omegas. Just thinking about it made her blood boil. That was exactly why she started working out, learning boxing and martial arts—not to impress anyone, but to protect herself and beat them up.
Aurora sighs.
Even though she's already an adult, words alone can't make certain things understand. That's why, as a proper adult, she believes the traditional Asian way of teaching is a must.
Aurora grabbed a towel, dried her face, and stepped outside.
"Even now," she thought, "I still remember the people who made my blood boil—the ones I need to deal with."
She picked up her hidden black notebook. With one hand, she gently flipped it open, while the other continued drying her damp hair. Her elegant fingers moved through the pages until she reached two hidden ones. One was boldly labeled Blacklisted.
Names, appearances, and detailed notes filled the page—each one a reminder of someone who, as a reader, would make you furious. It was almost unfair how fate had given Aurora the chance to cross paths with these people again. But she didn't see it as coincidence. No—this was her chance to finally express the "lovely" feelings she'd been holding back for so long.
But one name stood out more than the rest. It didn't have much written, but even the short summary was enough.
Freya Hazel.
But what could she do, just as a reader? Back then, there were already tons of complaints about those characters in the comments. Some readers had even formed a group just to rant and curse them out.
Still, most people didn't seem to hate Freya Hazel. Because of her beautiful appearance in the novel's illustrations, she was spared most of the criticism. Aurora rarely saw anyone say bad things about her.
Aurora rarely got angry, but Freya Hazel was one person who always made her angry. Thinking about her made Aurora's blood boil, and the anger she felt was deeper and stronger than usual.
She remembered clearly that moment in the story—that part of the plot when everything started to shift.
At the time, she was having a terrible day. She was stuck on the toilet, frustrated because her poop wouldn't come out. She had been in the bathroom for what felt like forever, and it was the middle of a hot summer day.
In that uncomfortable moment, as she read about Freya Hazel's scenes, her irritation turned into pure hatred for the character.