Page 82 of Broken Omega

“I had no idea you enjoyed sitcoms,” she says, making it clear she can’t tell the difference between a drama and a comedy. I bet if someone told her about dramedies her head would explode.

I don’t bother to correct her. I just shrug. “Guilty pleasure, I guess.”

“We should get started,” she says, looking at the couch.

She’s probably pissed that we’re going to have to sit closer than we do in her office. There won’t be room for her to feel too superior.Welcome to my world, Prentice. I hope you can find your way back out once I’m gone. My father certainly won’t help you find the exit.

“Sure,” I tell her, sitting down on the far end of the couch.

She relaxes a little as she takes a seat that leaves a couple feet of space between us.

The L-shaped leather sofa is almost kind of like having a separate arm-chair and couch.

She takes her tape recorder out of her purse and her eyes catch on the list I’ve left on the coffee table in front of her. “Oh. Is this … You made the list?”

“I always do what my father tells me to do.”

“This is good,” she says, nodding. “It’s progress.”

Her gaze runs down the sheet of paper. “The names you haven’t scored through are the ones you’re okay with?”

“They’re the best of a bad bunch,” I tell her. “I wouldn’t say I’m okay with them.”

She nods slowly. “Your father will be pleased that you’ve started to make your decision.”

Oh, I doubt it. At least, I doubt he’ll be pleased once he realizes the choice I’ve actually made.

I shrug. “Sorry, I couldn’t narrow it down more. The names left on the list are all the same to me.”

Assholes and fuckboys. What’s the difference? Seriously?

She sighs softly. “Let’s see if we can make a few more decisions this morning, okay?”

“Sure,” I tell her, nodding when she holds the tape recorder up, silently asking if she can start taping our session. “Let’s get started.”

BROOKE

Prentice whips out a folder full of personal details on the Alphas I haven’t scored off my list. She takes her time asking questions that are designed to weed out the less compatible matches.

A few Alphas get scored off my list for making it way too obvious they’re highly likely to produce bastard children with other women no matter who they end up mated to. As if there are any guys on the list who’ll be more careful about who they fuck around with.

The Alphas who come here aren’t subjected to sexual health checks like the Omegas are. They aren’t asked how many partners they’ve had, and when they last got health screened. They don’t have to choose a contraception method to ensure no children are conceived before they want to be parents.

They have none of the responsibility, and all of the advantages.

All today’s session proves to me is that I’m making the right decision to get the fuck out of here.

I’ll never be considered an equal to any of the Alphas who come to the academy.

Prentice knows that as well as I do.

She can pretend she doesn’t see it, but my father’s process is making it crystal clear.

She shifts in her seat a few times as she moves from one prospective Alpha to the next.

A couple get their names scored through without a single question.

Clearly, my father’s already given her his list.

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