Page 37 of Happy Valentine's Day, Omega
You sneaky, clever, brilliant Omega. Congratulations on your victory. We both played dirty, and I bow to your superior tactics.
I know I'm not who you expected, but will you meet me as planned for our Valentine's Day dinner date?
Your Alpha,
Magnus Novikov
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Idon't have time to stop and think.
The headmistress gave me one hour to leave the academy grounds under threat of being escorted out by security. Apparently, she's really pissed off about my naked mating gland stunt.
I simply shrugged at her and agreed. I'm already packed and I only have one person to say my goodbyes to.
I spent the next hour drowning underneath red, pink, and white tulle while a wailing Cara clung to me.
After promising for the fifth time to call her every night, I drag my suitcase down the grand staircase towards the academy exit.
The entrance hall reverberates with an energetic hum of curious Omega students, heedlessly brushing aside the attempts of teachers to corral them into classrooms.
After all, it's not every day an Omega flunks out of The Omega Academy.
I can feel the gaze of inquisitive eyes following my every move as I make my way through the sea of craned necks. My hope is that amidst the curious onlookers, at least one Omega is inspired to pursue her own unique path beyond the standard academy classes. I would consider it one final act of rebellion to haunt these hallowed halls.
As I approach the front doors, a slim figure slips in front of me.
Patricia, with her pointed nose stuck in the air, gives me a tight, false smile. "The Novikov family does close business with my father, so I guess I'll be seeing you around."
Gossip sure does travel fast. Alpha Novikov's protective actions in the library have already spread like wildfire and reached the head bitch's ears.
I try to avoid her, but she steps into my path again.
"Don't ignore me. You're going to need a friendly face in the pure social circles," she sneers.
I sigh and accept I'm going to have to deal with Patricia like some kind of shitty final boss.
"Trish," I start, sweeping my gaze up and down her twig-like frame. "I can call you Trish, right? We're apparently on friendly terms, so I'm going to call you Trish."
She opens her mouth to protest, but I plow on.
"I need you to listen carefully to my words," I say, mimicking her sugary sweet tone and shooting her a menacing grin. "I have no desire to join the pure social circles, and I deeply and truly hope to never see your 'friendly face' again."
Her false persona slips off her sharp features like mud.
"I don't know what game you're playing, or how you caught the eye of such a powerful Alpha, but you'll always be a dirty, poor dropout."
"Ooo-kay, Trish. Thanks for the pep talk, but this dirty poor dropout is leaving to meet her Alpha. Too-da-loo, Trishy." I waggle my fingers at her.
She narrows her eyes and storms away, her heels clicking like angry nails on a chalkboard.
A black SUV is waiting outside, and a Beta handler takes my suitcase as I climb into the backseat.
This is it. I'm going on a date with my Alpha.
The outcome of this date will determine the course of the rest of my life.
If I reject him as my mate, I'll return to my hometown. I'll move in with my father, and it will be up to him and my brothers to keep me safe from kidnapping. Without the safety of a mating bite, it will be a difficult and dangerous path.
