Page 12 of Beg for It

I’m only able to hold his gaze for a few moments before I’m forced to look away. “Not really. I’m just more of a homebody. I don’t get out much. But hey, it’s college and we’re meant to try new things right?” I try to play it off, but he narrows his eyes.

“Yeah,” he says slowly.

“Next person please.” My attention snaps over to the girl behind the counter.

“Good morning.” I smile in greeting. “I’ll get a large coffee. Three cream, four sugar and could you add a few pumps of caramel please.”

“Of course,” she smiles. “That will be four eighty nine.”

I go to grab my wallet but Henley is already placing his card over the machine.

“On me.” he shoots me a wink.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” He shrugs then grins. “Now you owe me.” With a wink, he spins around on his heel and heads towards the door. “See you later, little beta.” His chuckle sends a chill down my spine.

I have a feeling nothing good is going to come from that man. I very well might be fucked, and not in the way my needy omega ass would like.

* * *

It takes me half of my first class to realize that I’m not alone. Okay, of course I’m not alone, this class is filled with other students.

But none of them are staring at me like the alpha sitting a few rows above me. I noticed him a few minutes ago when I looked back to see the person answering the professor’s question and found River watching me.

His piercing blue eyes stay locked on me. It’s as if he’s not even paying attention to the teacher.

It has me uneasy, shifting in my seat. I’m starting to freak out. Maybe I’m overthinking things. He shouldn’t even know who I am. Maybe Henley said something? Why would he though, we only talked for a few moments.

Maybe he mentioned something about the coffee shop this morning. But again, why would he?

He knows who I am, he has to. Otherwise why would he be fucking staring at me like a broody ass fuck?

I do my best to listen to the professor, but it's pointless now. I’m too worked up, my mind racing with a million questions.

How is he even in my class? He’s at least a year or two above me.

Maybe he failed and he’s retaking the course? Not sure why anyone would want to retake statistics. Not unless you're looking to get a degree in business.

It wouldn’t be far off, seeing who his father is. Being the son of a very powerful gang leader, I’m sure he’s set to take his fathers place someday. A business degree would come in handy.

I’m sweating by the time class is done and I’m up and out of my seat before the class is even dismissed.

With shaky hands, I undo my backpack and grab the bottle of pills. It takes a few tries to get the cap off before I shake one out onto my hand and toss it back dry. It hurts going down, but the moment I swallow it, I’m filled with relief.

He can’t know what I am, no one can.

Taking a moment to catch my breath and calm my racing heart, I move away from the traffic of the students, lean against the wall, and close my eyes. In and out, I take deep breaths.

I fucking hate living in a constant state fear of someone finding out I’m an omega. I know being an omega doesn’t mean the end of the world for the average person, but me, I don’t get that luxury.

When I think I’m good to go, I move around the corner, in the direction of the exit. I stumble to a stop when I see River standing there. His arms are crossed, drawing my attention to the tattoos that line his muscular arms. His shaggy black hair covers one of his eyes, but it doesn’t hide the scowl on his face. With a curl of his lip, he turns and slips out of the building.

I’m shaking, panicking. He knows, he has to. Why else would he be looking at me like he wants to fucking kill me?

I need to leave. I need to go back to my dorm, pack my car, and leave.

With what money though? A hundred bucks isn’t gonna get me far.

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