Page 36 of Beg for It

He looks at me wearily. “Are you sure you're okay?”

“If you're wondering if I’m going to down another bottle of pills, no, I’m not.” I try my best to give him a reassuring smile.

“I sure as fuck hope not,” he growls.

I shiver at his tone. No matter how many suppressants I take, it will never stop the reaction I have to any alpha. I’m an omega. It’s in my DNA. The best it does is mask my smell.

“Sorry,” he sighs when he sees my reaction. “I’m not mad at you. Just worried.”

“I’ll be okay.”

“Just promise me, if you're in need of someone to talk to, and you're not comfortable talking to me, talk to Beckham, please.”

“I will,” I smile. “You called him Beckham again.” I tell him when we reach his car.

He looks at me over his car. “It’s his name.”

I grin wider. “Yes, but most students don’t call their professors by their first name.”

He gives me a smirk back. “I’m not most students,” is all he says before pulling open the door and getting inside.

Wasn’t that the truth.

Jamie brings me back to the beta dorms. After thanking him and promising that I’d text him later, I rush up to my dorm room. The suppressants haven’t kicked in yet, and the last thing I need is someone smelling me and knowing I have no right to be in this building.

Once I’m locked safely inside my room I quickly strip out of my clothes and head right for my nest in the closet, needing to feel the softness of the blankets.

As I snuggle into the blankets, I sigh in the smallest bit of contentment. It sure as hell beats the hospital.

Closing my eyes, I inhale the familiar comforting smells as I drift off to sleep.

* * *

Three days later, my new suppressants have finally kicked back in. I’ve been held up in my dorm room the whole time, only coming out to use the bathroom late at night when everyone is sleeping, then to use the common room kitchenette area to heat up the ramen noodles and boxed mac and cheese I had stashed in my room.

I’ve already missed too much school and can’t help but worry if I’m going to be able to catch up. Thankfully, Jamie was able to get me some missed assignments and I was able to watch some of the lectures online.

Today, I only had two classes and both of them I was able to follow along pretty easily.

Rushing across campus, I'm on high alert. Even though I don’t see them, I don’t trust that they’re not lurking nearby.

I manage to make it to Professor Kennedy’s classroom just as one of his classes was being let out.

Pressing myself to the wall, I watch as each student leaves the class, making sure not to be seen before slipping into the room, closing and yes, locking the door behind me.

Professor Kennedy sits at his desk, his head down as he looks at the papers in front of him.

“Professor Kennedy.” I call his name, causing his head to pop up.

When he sees it’s me, his eyes soften.

“Camden.” He sits back in his chair. “How are you?”

“I’m doing… better.” As good as one can be whose life seems to be crashing down around them.

“Has Jamie been with you?”

I nod, as I slowly move towards him. “He’s been a good friend.”

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