Page 12 of Defiant Beta

Ms. Arkwright glares at me. “Something you’d like to share with the class?”

I sit up in my chair. “Um, sorry. I was just confused about the…” I scramble for an excuse. “The, uh, mounting.”

She tilts her head. “What about getting on your hands and knees confuses you?”

The woman doesn’t so much as blink.

“Just the, uh, the time I will have to stay on them.” I sit up, warming to the topic as I take advantage of the chance to ask questions I’ve been dying to ask. “With the knotting and all, won’t my knees get sore?”

Alphas knot omegas. A knot is a muscle at the base of an alpha’s cock that swells and locks him to the omega when he orgasms. It’s as much about an alpha's need to dominate an omega as it is about an omega's submissive need to be dominated. During the last lesson, Ms. Arkwright said it heightened the pleasure for both.

And it’s also about procreation.

I’m sure the odd exception is wandering around somewhere, but everyone knows that alphas and omegas create alphas and, more rarely, omegas. Betas create betas. Alpha and beta pairings result in a beta more often than an alpha.

She opens her mouth to speak, but I’m not even close to being done with my questions yet. I wave my arm around,getting excited. “And about the cum and the slick, where does it all come from? It can’t just keep coming and coming and?—”

“Miss Farrow,” she says severely. “I can see you’re getting excited.”

“I’m just curious.”

Betas can’t take an alpha’s knot. An omega’s body is literally designed for it, producing slick during sex to make it possible. It wouldn’t just be agonizing for a beta, it would probably tear something inside me, which has killed any desire to be even the slightest bit interested in being knotted by an alpha.

“Your alpha will guide you.”

Which tells me nothing.

“But what about male omegas?” I dart a rapid glance at Aden sitting at the table on my right. “I know they can’t get pregnant, but do they have slick? I thought slick only came from a vagina and cum from?—”

“Miss Farrow,” she bites out.

Some girls sit up in their seats, as curious as I am, but probably too intimidated or shy to ask the tough questions.

Do I consider an endless flow of slick and cum to be a tough question? Maybe. Is it gross if I think about it for too long? Yes. But do I want to know more than Ms. Arkwright is telling me? Damn right I do.

“Now, back to the lesson.”

With a sigh, I recline in my seat, watching an opportunity to learn even more slip away. My broken perfume bottle not only limits my time in this school, but someone is bound to notice when I don’t go into heat.

I suppose I could pretend and spend six days flipping through a magazine and eating chocolate in a nest pod. As relaxing as that sounds, I don’t have the time.

I’m here to save omegas, not roll around in silk sheets and cashmere pillows.

But that does sound very nice.

“Ms. Arkwright?” Shannon calls out.

The beautiful red-haired and brown-eyed omega is sitting in the row behind me, but her hand will be stuck up. It's always up. She likes to answer all the questions. Even the ones she doesn’t know.

Where was she during my humiliating math lesson? I really could have done with her enthusiasm then.

“Yes, Shannon?” Ms. Arkwright releases a tired sigh.

“Will we have a live viewing? My sister said you brought an alpha and omega in to perform, and my mother doesn’t think it’s seemly for me to see.”

I roll my eyes at River, who flattens her smile.

“There will be no live performances,” Ms. Arkwright promises. “The result of that particular performance was…”

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