Page 75 of Chosen Beta

The previous Head of Admin died that night. An Omega named Geraldine Sawyer.

It always struck me as ironic that the bitch running the academy was an unattached Omega, when the whole point of the academy, as far as the public are supposed to know, is to match Omegas with their perfect Alpha mates.

Of course, that was the biggest joke I’ve ever heard in my life.

Goldcrest only ever existed to let rich Alphas have things their way.

My father was one of those Alphas.

My mother was one of the Omegas trained to be the perfect mate.

She was so compliant with everything that was ever asked of her that she lost her own personality along the way. Her mannerisms are polished, and the only thing that ever bothers her is when something isn’t perfect.

Lipstick on her teeth, or a loose thread on her clothing.

Those were the things that would mortify her in front of people.

Having a kid was just another duty she was bound to fulfil when she married my father.

I was raised by nannies and household staff.

The gardener taught me how to play catch.

I only spent time around my parents when they needed their “beloved” child for a magazine photoshoot or some other such bullshit.

Honestly, it’s a good thing.

If I’d been forced to spend more time with them, I might have been convinced that they loved me, and if I believed that I might have believed they had my best interests in mind when they toldme I’d be getting an invitation to Goldcrest’s first social of the year, the same month that I turned eighteen.

Now, a whole decade later, here I am, sitting outside that same academy, wondering what the hell it is that I’m doing here.

I have a pack. I found my true mates without having to set foot inside this place.

There was never any reason to come here.

I unbuckle my belt and open my door.

The sooner I talk my mates around, or resolve whatever’s holding them here, the better.

Getting stuck here overnight is not in my plans.

I get out of the car, and I sling my leather jacket on. Making a clear statement that I’m not intending to stick around is easier when it looks like I’m ready to fucking leave.

I lock the car and put my keys in my pocket.

Turning back to the entrance, I see one of the doors have been opened.

I step forward, ready to get my mates and get the fuck out of here.

Then, I see her, and I finally understand what all of them are doing in the city.

The woman walking down the front steps to greet me gives me exactly the same feeling I got when I met Ezra, and Shadow, and Pete. The strong pull of her energy makes my body tingle with interest, and my own energy spirals out toward her, longing to close the gap.

I move closer, taking in her physical appearance and her confident stance.

She’s in charge here, I can feel it. She might be a Beta, but she has the steely nerves of an Alpha.

“You must be Owen,” she greets me. “I’m Lana Cole, Head of Goldcrest. I’dliketo say it’s nice to meet you, but it’s been kind of a long day so …”

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