Page 17 of Broken Omega

It feels like this is my final chance. If they don’t accept me now, they’re never going to.

Please, God, let them accept me.

I always thought my patience was endless. That’s why I was more than willing to play the long game, because I knew the moment I met my one true mate that she was going to be mine.

All I really needed to do was wait.

There’s a contentment in knowing something with absolute certainty. It gave me a sense of serenity that made the passage of time so much more bearable.

It didn’t matter that we met when we were too young to fully comprehend what it meant. We still felt that connection to each other. It was the turning point in my young life, the catalyst for change.

I’d been drifting before I set eyes on her.

Ready to let the world shuffle me along in its wake.

The instant she walked into my life, everything changed.

I found my purpose, and I’m not going to let go of it.

For better or worse, all I can do now is wait.

KELLAN

Brooke Corvina, only child, Omega, and sole heir to the Corvina Company’s billion-dollar fortune is the most unlikely true mate a working-class Alpha with no incoming fortune could ever expect to find. I should have known from the start that it wasn’t going to be easy to get to her.

Yet, I didn’t let anything dissuade me. From the day I met her, I trusted in my instincts completely.

I set goals and came up with plans that would allow me to meet them. Overnight, I went from having zero prospects and interests to becoming highly driven.

My parents were pleasantly surprised, for the most part.

I was showing them I wasn’t going to waste the potential they’d always known I had.

They were proud of me for my sudden acceptance of my Alpha tendencies. The same traits I’d repressed for years to fit in amongst the Betas at school were suddenly the traits I was depending on daily to push my grades up in every class and help me reach my full potential.

It turned my life upside down, I’ll admit. Suddenly, I was attractive to the girls who wouldn’t give me a second glance when I was hiding the real me. The Betas I’d befriended were pissed that I hadn’t told them I was an Alpha, and a whole lot of strangers thought it was some kind of joke.

How could the incredibly average kid turn out to be an Alpha?

Of all the reactions I got, that’s the only one I truly understood. I was never particularly handsome or muscular. The physical properties most people expect from an Alpha don’t fit. I have the drive and ambition, and the instincts of an Alpha, but I’ll never look like I’m anything other than a Beta.

Despite the upheaval, I held tightly to my drive and ambition for the first five years, until I got my second rejection from the academy, and then I started to realize it might not be enough.

Every year, the academy expected a hefty donation. I’d worked incredibly hard for every penny of the thousands I tried to hand over, and they threw the check back with my rejected application each and every time.

What good was making money if it wasn’t enough to get me past the gates?

I’d never get the chance to meet my mate if I couldn’t get myself approved.

More than ten years have passed now since I met her.

A whole damn decade come and gone, and I’ve failed in every attempt to cut through the red tape at the academy, despite working like a demon and becoming a millionaire in the process.

No one can tell me I didn’t try, but I do have to question the sanity of putting myself through this process every year, hoping for different results when it feels like nothing has really changed.

It’s crazy to keep trying. Clearly, I’m never going to be good enough for Goldcrest.

I should give up. Walk away. Forget I ever met her.

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