The Mate I Can't Have

NIYLAH’s POV.

In the deep woods, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat, a humanoid figure, neither human nor creature, pursued me relentlessly. I couldn't understand why the demon was chasing me or how to describe its terrifying presence. It walked while I ran, but no matter how fast I sprinted, the distance between us remained the same.

Suddenly, my legs became entangled, causing me to stumble and fall to the ground. In that moment, the demon seized the opportunity to confront me. Its face was partially concealed, but I could see its gray hair. It gripped my neck tightly, causing my eyes to turn red.

"Grun-grun-grun!" The alarm jolted me awake, and I sat up in bed, clutching my chest as hot sweat poured from my body. I glanced at the small portable clock beside me and realized I was three minutes late. I had set the alarm for 6 am, but my lengthy dream caused me to oversleep.

I got up, not paying much attention to the dream I just had. After all, it's not the first time I've dreamt about it. Since I turned 18, I've been having this dream at least three days a week. The dream never changes, always starting and ending the same way. I've tried to see the face of the demon chasing me, but I can't. I stopped keeping track after I had the dream for the 150th time.

I don't want to burden my parent, so I've kept it to myself, not talking about it.

Today should have been the happiest day of my life. Getting admission to the most popular school in New York is a blessing. I was thrilled when they sent me the message, and I've been counting down the days until the start of classes. But then my dad shared some bad news with me.

I know being an omega is tough. If only we were rich, the suffering would be less. Our family is treated as outcasts in the neighborhood. We face unwarranted mistreatment from those around us. They throw insults at us and act like nothing happened.

A week ago, the school administration spoke to my dad about me. I thought they wanted to discuss something positive, but when my dad came back, he shared the most painful news with me.

the school administration granted me admission, but with a twist. They want me to be a maid for one of the richest girls in the city. Not just any maid, but someone to assist with cooking, laundry, and more. My dad told me I could back out if I'm not interested, but I'm determined to give it a shot. After all, I attained for admission to my dream school, and now that I've been accepted, I don't want to give up.

On top of that, I've been playing the piano since I was 9, and I still love it. One of the reasons I was excited about FCY International College is that they're known