Page 19 of Broken Omega

“Don’t tease a woman when she’s watching her weight,” she says.

I push my plate at her. I’ve demolished half of it, but the other half is completely untouched.

“Have the rest. You deserve it.”

She licks her lips, eyeing the sandwich salaciously.

“Okay, fine, but if my mom makes any comments about my ass, you’re getting all of the blame and probably a late-night call to bitch about it, too.” She switches our plates and starts on my sandwich, using silverware and taking small bites. She gives me a warning glance with her first mouthful, lets out a sigh after she swallows, and then shakes a finger at me. “Not one word about how I’m eating this, or I walk, and you don’t get the inside scoop on your application.”

“Did I say anything?”

“You gave me a look,” she says.

I put my hands up. “I had no intention behind it.”

“Sure you didn’t,” she mutters, as she slices herself another dainty bite.

“What is the inside scoop, anyhow?” I pick up the untouched half of her chicken salad sandwich.

She holds up a finger. “Let me enjoy my rare treat. Then, I’ll give you what you asked me to get, and you can ask as many questions as you want.”

“Deal,” I agree.

We eat in relative silence, her little moans of appreciation making nearby tables glance over.

It’s not quite a full-onWhen Harry Met Sallymoment, but it’s close enough.

“Mighty meaty,” I explain to the other diners, while her mouth is full, and her focus is on the food.

I hear a few of them ordering the same thing and I’m half tempted to catch the attention of the server to ask for another. Maybe once Lana goes back to work, I’ll order a second.

Depends what she found out. Bad news really kills my appetite.

I put the unsatisfying chicken sandwich down and take a sip of my Americano.

She takes her time and pats her mouth with a napkin when she’s done.

“A moment on the lips,” she murmurs. “But it was so worth it.”

She opens her purse and pulls out what looks like a slip of paper.

“Something’s definitely weird with Brooke’s file,” she tells me in a low voice as she hands it over.

I unfold the slip of paper and start drinking in the details greedily.

“I did a cross check and it’s not like any of the other files. There’s a lot of information that’s just missing completely. I would guess because her father’s the richest regular donor, he gets a say in what’s on there.”

I blink as I finish reading. There really isn’t much on the file, and what is included is enough to rile me up. I look up at Lana, my brows knitting together.

“What thefuck?”

“I know,” she says, shaking her head.

“This doesn’t make any sense.”

Brooke’s file marks her as a top priority, urgently awaiting a match.

Yet, I’ve applied year after year only to be denied access to the academy and its Omegas.

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