Page 11 of Wild Omega

Blaine stared at them confused. “But I thought Professor Mephis was going to be my employer.”

“No. You’re being employed by the director of the institution. He’s an alpha,” Matews said. He suddenly looked uncomfortable as he handed Blaine the data reader to sign.

“I thought Professor Mephis was going to be my alpha,” Blaine said, taking it.

“No. He, ahhh…” Matews glanced at him for a second. An emotion Blaine couldn’t decipher passed through the beta’s eyes. “He didn’t want to take on the responsibility.”

Yeah, of course he didn’t. Blaine pressed his thumb in the allotted slot and handed the data reader to the council officer.Why it bothered him, he didn’t know. He didn’t want Professor Drab to be his alpha either. He only wanted a job.

“Don’t look so sad. This is a good thing. You’ll be working for the director. You’ll still have a job once Professor Mephis’ research is done. You can choose another professor to work with,” Matews said.

“Okay. That’s great,” Blaine said, even though it didn’t feel great. He should look on the bright side. He wouldn’t have to submit to any alpha if he didn’t want to only the director. It sounded too good to be true, though. Alphas demanded submission, even though they didn’t deserve it. But Blaine would deal with that when he came to it. He knew how to shut alphas down. Right then he needed to survive working for Professor Drab.

Blaine inwardly cringed. He barely tolerated the alpha. Blaine wondered how they were going to survive being stuck in a hover shuttle for…

Fuck. How long was the fieldwork going to take? He hadn’t asked.

Fuck… fuck… fuck…

Me and my big mouth, Blaine groaned. Professor Drab had tried to warn him. But at the time it had felt like he was talking down to him, questioning Blaine’s education and everything. He might not have gone beyond his A-levels in the learning centre because his mother didn’t have the credit, but he had been an A student.

“Do you need help carrying your things?” Matews asked.

“No. I don’t have a lot of stuff. I’ll go get my case,” Blaine said. He headed upstairs to fetch his case. Unbidden excitement pinched his skin with every step he took. Blaine didn’t even want to think about why he was so excited. He ignored the tingling along his spine and the fast thumping of his heart.

“Are you leaving?” Holi asked, walking down the hallway from his room.

“Yes. I’m off,” Blaine said excitedly.

Fuck. What was wrong with him? He shouldn’t feel excited about this. He was going away with a strange alpha.

“I can see that,” Holi said. A sly smile on his lips. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I doubt that.” Blaine imitated Holi’s tone, making the omega blush. “But I’m going to miss you, more than you know.”

“Come, I’ll walk you out,” Holi said. He hooked his arm around Blaine’s free one and together they walked out of the house. “Please behave yourself while you’re out there.”

“I ahhh…” Blaine stopped in his tracks when he saw Professor Drab leaning against the weird-looking hover shuttle. Well, it wasn’t exactly weird, it was just not the kind Blaine was used to. It was modified, with most of the windows gone and the back a little longer than normal. It even had a balcony of sorts at the back. But even that didn’t capture Blaine’s attention. The alpha leaning against the shuttle took all of Blaine’s attention. He was…

Oh fuck.

He wasn’t the alpha Blaine remembered from five nights ago. He was…

“Oh fuck,” Holi said next to him, sounding as stunned as Blaine was. They were looking at a totally different alpha. “He’s hot as fuck.”

Blaine swallowed the retort that Holi shouldn’t be noticing Professor Mephis because Xaine would kill him, but he couldn’t even bring himself to say it because he was confused as fuck. And Blaine couldn’t deny that the alpha they were staring at was hot as fuck. And Holi had every right to notice him… everyone would notice him… including Blaine… and it scared Blaine shitless that he did notice.

Gone were the big drabby clothes, and in their place was a form-fitting shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to show muscled arms and insane ink along the smoothest skin Blaine had ever seen on an alpha. His shaggy hair was pulled into a loose bun atop his head, to reveal shaved sides.

Shaved sides, for goodness sakes.

What the fuck?

“No… no… no…” Blaine cried. “I want my Professor Drab.”

“Professor Drab?”

“That’s what I call him,” Blaine groused. Now the name didn’t fit. Nothing fit the image he had of the alpha in his head.

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