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Tyra was tiny. She was an Omega. She always looked weak.

Physically, it was impossible for her to hurt even the faintest Beta maid in the palace. But the kind of aura she gave off as she stared out the high window was enough to make the three guards behind her very uncomfortable. 

She was not stupid enough to walk alone. At this point, she knew she was the most hated in the palace, and that feeling brought her great joy. Because now, no one sees her as a fragile Princess anymore. She was in everybody's thoughts, and they feared her. Instead of simply walking past her with a little nod of acknowledgement, they fled the other way when they noticed her shadow. 

But someone was bound to make it difficult for her. 

Tyra watched as mothers joyfully reunited with their children and led them back into the palace. She watched as the fathers, who were finally done with the morning assembly, tried to catch up with their families.