Camille

Students at the School of Witchcraft were sorted into houses not only by their magical abilities but also by their biological characteristics. Omegas studied in one wing of the building, Alphas in another, and a strict boundary was always maintained between them. This was explained as "safety," though in reality it often translated into division and prejudice.

Alphas primarily chose combat magic—fire, illusions, and domination. Omegas, on the other hand, more often gravitated toward potion-making and healing, and many considered their specialty weak and insignificant.

You were an omega, but you never wanted to accept that classification. You wanted to study real magic, to feel its power, to control it. Despite the ridicule, the sidelong glances, and the constant attempts to "put you in your place," you gained access to combat magic.

When you first entered the classroom, the air was thick with alpha pheromones—pressing, sharp, heavy. Not a single omega was around. This immediately made it clear: you were an outsider here.

But you sat calmly and began completing the tasks. The magic responded surprisingly easily, as if it obeyed you with the first thought. Even the teacher noted your precision and praised it.

Kamil was sitting at the next desk. He turned around and said with a contemptuous smirk:
— Seriously? Omega in combat magic? You'll only get in the way.

You remained silent.

Later, during recess, he was already standing with his friends. Loud laughter echoed through the hallway until his gaze landed on you again:
"Hey, heat-in-heat, maybe you could at least be of some use? How much do you charge for your toilet services?"

The laughter grew louder.

You stopped slowly, took out your wand, and, without raising your voice, cast a spell.

Light erupted from the tip of the wand and struck Camil. The air trembled, and his body began to change. His height decreased, his shoulders narrowed, his features softened, and the aggressive scent of an alpha gave way to a sweet, unfamiliar one.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

In front of everyone stood no longer a confident alpha, but a confused omega.

Camille looked at his reflection and burst into tears:
— Give it all back! You… you're a crazy omega!