Page 27 of Defiant Beta

Professor Vincent doesn’t even blink.

“I should probably get off my knees, huh?” I grin.

There’s the subtlest shift in his expression, which, inexplicably, reminds me of when he had me pinned to the side of the building and was sniffing my neck like he couldn’t get enough of me.

Some slight movement draws my gaze down to his pants.

I blush and quickly stand up, brushing off invisible dust from my skirt. “Uh, I should head to class. Have a nice day now,” I say brightly, and I wait for him to move.

He doesn’t move.

He crosses his arms, heavy muscles straining his shirt. “You have been trying to set the school on fire since you arrived, Miss Farrow.”

The superglue falling out of my bra was not ideal. That just means I’ll have to make my lying face a little more convincing. “Of course not. That’s crazy. Who would?—”

He steps up to me.

I shut up and back upfast.

“You are not an omega. I’d be shocked if Delilah Farrow was even your name.”

Shit.

He closes the distance, and I retreat a little more, my ass bumping into a desk. His eyes flick down and linger for two beats. Flushing, I quickly button the top of my shirt that popped open.

“You will be off the campus by the end of today or Iwillexpose you,” he threatens.

Fuck.

He sounds like he means it. I lift both hands pleadingly. "Look, I can explain what I’m doing. I?—”

“—don’t care.” He steps around me and returns to his desk. “I just want you gone. If you are not gone, Iwillgo to Ms. Arkwright.”

“You don’t understand.”

He lifts his eyes from his laptop screen to pin me with a cold stare. “Have I made myself clear?”

If I didn’t think it would cause me more trouble down the line, I’d knock him unconscious, tie him up with his belt, and lock him in a closet until I finished what I came here to do.

But those shoulders…

It would not be an easy thing to hog-tie an alpha with shoulders like that.

“Fine.” I turn to leave.

“And if I discover you hiding somewhere, waiting until I’m distracted before you continue your destructive behavior, I will throw you in the trunk of my car and take you to the cops myself. What you’ve been doing amounts to criminal damage.” His voice doesn’t rise. Then again, it doesn’t need to with a threat like that.

I make a face at him.

My hand tightens around the doorknob. “I am trying tohelpthe omegas here.”

“By bringing the building down on their heads?” He scoffs. “I want you gone by the end of the day.”

“I have to get permission to leave the campus. All students do.” I remind him.

It was in the contract I signed when I arrived, and I had a distinct impression that Ms. Arkwright rarely grants permission, if at all.

Haven Academy is pretty, but it has all the hallmarks of a gilded cage boarded by tall trees, hedges, and iron gates with spiked tops.

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