Page 36 of Happy Valentine's Day, Omega
The headmistress' expression falters.
"Excuse me?"
"This has to be a bad joke," I repeat, shaking my head. "After what you put me and my family through, you're changing your mind. I'm worthy now?"
"This victory will make you appealing enough for Alphas to overlook your more, let's say, rough attributes."
"Screw you."
"Omega, do not make a scene," Headmistress hisses. "There are important Alphas in this room. You don't want to embarrass the academy."
I open my mouth to tell her I don't give a shit about impressing the 'important Alphas in the crowd' when she gasps.
"Cover up your gland, you filthy, indecent girl!"
My hand flies up to my scarf, and I realize it's still hanging loose around my neck.
Headmistress is reaching towards me, ready to do it herself, when a large hand clasps around her wrist.
"Touch her and I'll break your arm."
I blink in surprise at the tall figure standing over me.
It's Alpha Novikov.
His jaw is tight, and his eyes are glazed and wild.
My inner Omega swoons, urging me to bend my neck in submission to our Alpha.
"Alpha Novikov, let go of me at once," the headmistress orders.
His grip tightens, and the older woman winces in pain.
"Do not touch her. Understood?" he snarls.
Headmistress' face flushes with indignation and struggles to free herself from his grip. "Who do you think you are to interfere with the discipline of my pupils?"
In a flash of strength and speed, he viciously snatches her wrinkled chin and drags the older woman close to his face to see the whites of his eyes.
"I think you should think twice before touching my Omega."
"Your Omega?"
"Mine."
Novikov releases the headmistress' face and storms from the library.
The room falls silent.
No one says a word.
"Huh," Cara says, her head tilted curiously as she stares after him before looking at me with an odd, knowing expression. "Sothat'sthe Alpha you've been courting."
I don't answer. Instead, a red envelope catches my attention. Sitting on the match chessboard, propped up against my victorious omega queen, is a letter addressed to me in familiar handwriting.
Plucking the letter up, a warmth floods through me as I read the message.
My Dearest Valentine,
