Page 11 of Defiant Beta

“Book?”

“So I can catch up on the things I need to know.”

He reclines in his seat, arms crossed, the fabric of his gray tweed jacket straining. “You won’t catch up, Miss Farrow. Haven Academy isn’t the right place for you.”

His derision stings, but that’s okay.

See, here’s the thing.

After I saw what an alpha did to Everleigh, I refuse to stand by and let it happen to someone else.

Public humiliation is worth it if I can save even one omega from someone like Lawrence -Fucking-Wentworth.

“I’ll see you in the next class.” I turn around and walk away.

“It would be wise for you to leave, Miss Farrow,” he calls after me.

“And it would be wise foryounot to bother holding your breath waiting for the impossible to happen.” I stop at the door and look him right in the eye as I add mockingly, “Sir.”

He opens his mouth. I step out and shut the door, having gotten the last word in.

River is waiting for me down the hall. “Are you okay?”

I drag up a smile. “Fine. You didn’t have to wait.”

“Yes, I did.” She glances back up the hallway. “Professor Vincent wasn’t like that in our last class. He seems to have a real problem with you.”

Yes. Yes, he does.

“I guess he was just having a bad day.”

Or I’ve done something to make him think that maybe I’m not like the other omegas.

Chapter 5

Della

“You will always adoptthe submissive position.”

Ms. Arkwright, head of Haven Academy, could be discussing paint drying with such a bored expression. But no, this is our omega lesson, and it’s one I both dread and am endlessly fascinated by.

As a beta, I’m getting a glimpse into things I have no reason to know about. Alphas and omegas have biology to guide their instincts; I don’t. Here, I get to satisfy my curiosity about how an alpha-omega pairing functions behind closed doors.

Like me, Ms. Arkwright is a beta. Everything about her is serious and restrained. Dark brown hair styled in a short bob and serious brown eyes. She is a lover of navy pantsuits and flat square-toed shoes.

She continues, “Even if your alpha suggests otherwise, he will always want to do the mounting.”

As she writes on the whiteboard, I lean toward River, whispering, “How does she know all this?”

River shrugs. “She’s always taught these lessons. I don’t think she trusts an omega to teach them, even if there was one on staff. Obviously, an alpha can’t teach it.”

“Why can’t…” My voice trails off as it becomes crystal clear why it would be a bad idea having a delicious smelling alpha talk about fucking with a roomful of sheltered omegas. I’ve never been to an orgy, but I have a feeling things would soon descend into one.

“But why can’t they bring in an omega teacher?” I whisper.

“I don’t think she likes to give up control.”

“She should’ve been an alpha with that controlling nature,” I mutter.

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