Page 38 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

Lucas quickly retreated his hand from my arm. I felt a strange sense of loss at the sudden absence of his touch.

There was something about him that intrigued me, something beyond the typical alpha demeanor that surrounded us. He seemed different somehow, more attuned to my struggles and emotions, though I stopped myself there.

Maybe it was true, what Lidya was saying. Maybe I was developing some sort of weird alpha withdrawal?

I was missingmy alphas.The onesthat I chose.

Not this one sitting in front of me.

That had to be it.

I barely even knew him. Then again, many may have argued I barely knew the Prestford pack.

I blinked, trying to process all my thoughts.

When the class finally ended, I hesitated for a moment before turning to Lucas. He met my gaze with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

I quickly stood up and tugged myself away from him and his delicious scent that had been clinging to me.

“Ella,” he said, eyes widening at my sudden move.

“I have to go.”

“Ella.” Lucas reached for me again. “Is something wrong? Did I do something?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I replied, my voice colder than I intended. “I just... need some space. I’m going to see my friend. I’m sorry.”

With that, I took a step to walk away, leaving Lucas standing there with a look of confusion and hurt in his eyes in the classroom that suddenly felt too small.

A whirlwind of emotions churned inside me too clearly it appeared on my face.

“Alpha Lucas. Omega Elena.” My attention was stopped as our names were called. All around us, others were packing themselves up and heading out of the room as well, but now, the professors’ eyes were on us, watching our exchange.

I glanced back at Lucas who also paused before walking aside me up to the two professors from each academy.

“Is there a problem?” The omega professor asked. “We understand that sometimes there can be a scent issue or compatibility that can be adjusted…”

“No.”

I blinked as Lucas spoke up.

All eyes turned to him. “No,” he repeated. “There isn’t a compatibility issue at all.”

“Oh?” The alpha professor asked.

Lucas nodded. “Omega Elena is new to the traditional ways and I am seeing to her needs to serve her and make her the most comfortable in this environment. That takes time, but ultimately that kind of trust to let her omega fully open to me is one my alpha insists I should nurture.”

The two professors paused, looking between us and then each other as Lucas spoke his excuse.

The alpha professor cleared his throat, his gaze lingering on Lucas before turning to me. “Omega Elena?”

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond to Lucas's unexpected explanation. But as I met his gaze, I saw something there that gave me pause—a flicker of understanding, a silent plea for trust. It would be all too easy to end whatever was going on here right now, but I…

God, screw it. I liked Lucas.

“Yes,” I finally answered, my voice barely above a whisper.

The two professors exchanged a knowing look before nodding in unison.

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