Page 5 of Wild Omega

Blaine made a disapproving sound, the food turning sour in his mouth. He clenched the edge of the table to keep himself from saying something. He promised himself he’d behave. If Holi wasn’t offended by whatever oversized clothes was saying over there, why should he be?

Don’t listen to them, Blaine told himself.

“But…” Klane said.

“Don’t get me wrong. I know the Deltta Kohle scandal was some twisted plot to unseat him as our alpha king, but if our way of life hadn’t changed something like that wouldn’t have happened. Long ago, our society was organised differently from what it is now. Omegas were excluded from public office. Moving from such a life broke barriers that, when looking back, might have prevented our present problem.”

Blaine snorted.

The room went deathly silent. Blaine looked up to find everyone looking at him, including the badly dressed alpha. For a tense second, Blaine felt the urge to drop his eyes.

Fucking hell. Blaine shoved away the feeling and stared at the alpha. He wasn’t backing away.

“Did you say something?” Professor Oversized Clothes asked. The professor’s dark eyes bored into Blaine, making him feel weird inside. It was as if the alpha were daring him to say something: challenging him.

Blaine wasn’t sure where he got that idea from because the alpha’s face was emotionless – hard as stone. The alpha was a little intimidating when he stared like that. Blaine’s stomach fluttered.

Fuck. Blaine gritted his teeth. I never back down from an alpha. Never. He can fucking stare at me all he wants.

“No,” Blaine said. “You seem to be doing fine speaking down on all omegas. I doubt I can say anything of significance.”

“I’m not speaking down on anyone. I’m merely stating facts. It’s part of our history.”

Blaine shook his head. “I’m sorry. What the hell was I thinking? If it was written down by someone, then of course it has to be ‘true’. Blaine made air quotes with his fingers.

Professor Mephis’ eyes narrowed the tiniest bit.

There it is, Blaine thought, proud that he’d managed to hit a nerve. Blaine smiled smugly.

“The deteriorated state of our society is alarming. Even the quality of our education is questionable,” Professor Mephis mumbled dispassionately before he turned to face Klane, dismissing Blaine.

Anger burned through Blaine. He hissed, hands balling into fists. The entire room and the other guests disappeared as his vision narrowed on the alpha across from him. Blaine didn’t even know why he cared, but he couldn’t let the alpha win. The professor’s words got to him. He was back in those alphas’ houses all over again. Working his ass off, submitting to dimwits who didn’t deserve it, just because he was an omega and the whole planet believed omegas were at the bottom of the food chain. And this fucking professor believed they had to go backto the worst time in history for omegas so as to solve their problems. Not that the present was any different, but before the Deltta Kohle scandal omegas had had some rights – some.

“Questionable?” Blaine asked smoothly, even though he felt like screaming. He wanted to tell Professor Drab to go and fuck himself. “I suppose there’s no bias tucked away somewhere between those ancient pages of yours, Professor?”

“Of course, there are accounts that are…”

“Just say yes, Professor. There’s no need to overexplain. I might not even understand you anyway. My education is questionable, remember?”

The professor’s nostrils flared, the only sign that what Blaine said was getting to him. Otherwise, the professor looked unaffected. His very demeanour was calm and collected. He was like a fucking vault that Blaine couldn’t crack.

The alphas he’d dealt with before usually exploded the second he questioned them. But alpha douche just stared at him, not saying anything, as if Blaine were a specimen he’d never examined before.

What kind of professor was he anyway? Blaine asked himself as he held the alpha’s gaze, not willing to look away. He wasn’t going to let him fucking win.

Blaine leaned forward. Although the dining table separated them and the alpha barely moved, Blaine felt his reaction. It was subtle: the tiniest pull of air and tightening of shoulders.

Blaine wished his impassive mask would crack. But it held, making Blaine feel like he’d dreamt the whole thing. Nevertheless, Blaine had fucking won. Professor Drab had no comeback. He sat there, mute.

May you stay mute forever, Blaine thought, his entire body buzzing from his victory. Blaine smiled sweetly at Professor Drab. Tension thrummed in the air between them. And Blaine wanted nothing more than to break the alpha further. To watchhim crumble like the other alphas who’d thought they had a right to dominate omegas just because they were alphas. He wanted to crush him, make him regret the words he’d carelessly spoken a few minutes ago.

Time to put this asshole in his place, Blaine thought smiling. “Go on, Professor Mephis. I didn’t mean to interrupt your very historically accurate speech.” Take that, Blaine thought, happy with himself when he saw the alpha’s dark eyes glow with anger, his impassive mask cracking a little.

Someone cleared their throat, snapping Blaine out of his attack mode. He looked around him and winced when he found everyone staring at him with shocked expressions.

Fuck.

Had he just ruined everyone’s dinner with his big mouth? He looked to his right to find Holi staring at him, horror in his beautiful eyes. Dammit. Blaine was scared to look Xaine’s way. The alpha was probably pissed.

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