Page 25 of The Omega Archives: Part One

Chapter

Seven

LIAM

“Thank you for going over all this again and meeting me here. Maybe one of these days the university can get on it and make some better conference rooms that aren’t located across campus in the science building,” the other alpha said.

Rylan Wolfern was the latest hire for the university library that came with more new ideas and humanities department integration, for better or for worse.

At least he knew what he was talking about compared to the last department head I had to deal with.

His eyes flickered towards the door.

A perky-looking redhead peeked through the window. She blew at one of her unruly curls to get it out of her face like a child.

Instead of looking confused, Rylan smiled broadly. Quickly, he reverted to his all-business expression. “It looks like our time is up. I need to get going.”

“Of course. Let me know if I can help you settle in anymore.”

“I keep that in mind, Liam. I appreciate it. The same goes for you.”

I hummed in response as I stood, shoving my laptop back into my backpack and swinging the heavy-duty canvas over my shoulders.

Before either of us made it any further, the door popped open, the girl stepping inside and sending with her a wave of sugar. It felt like the entire space had suddenly been dipped in the stuff.

I wanted to cough as if to get the distinct scent of an omega out of my lungs. It was heavy and floral.

I settled just to clear my throat instead.

Ryan turned to greet the curvy omega immediately. “I’ll be right there, Lidya.”

“Sorry, I just figured I’d meet you since it’s so hot outside,” she said, apologetically. She hesitated, looking towards me before she continued. “You won’t believe what just happened. I think I just met another omega.”

“Here?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. It was odd.” Her brow creased.

“Huh,” said Rylan, looking a bit confused himself. “Maybe a student? I don’t believe Prestford allows omegas without a chaperone yet. Correct, Liam?”

I cut in before I could help myself. “Most omegas once they present or have their first heat end up leaving campus.”

Which in the end leaves very few that get that far at all with how young most of the rare designations were presented in the past few decades.

“Then it must not have been,” said the omega, looking a bit flustered. “She looked older than someone first presenting.”

“How about you wait in the hall for a minute while I say goodbye to Mr. Prestford.”

“Prestford?” Her flat, brown eyes widened. “Like the university?”

The name was my cross to bear at this point. “Yes. And also not exactly.”

“Oh.”

“Go ahead out to wait for a second, Lidya. I’ll be right there.” Rylan encouraged the omega out the conference room door.

I couldn’t help myself when we were once again alone. Rylan stacked the last two of his binders. “You have an omega.”

He nodded. “I do.”

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