Page 86 of Broken Omega

“Brooke, I’m glad you came.”

Like I had a choice. There wasn’t exactly an R.S.V.P. on that invitation.

I push my lips into an approximation of a smile. “How can I help you, Alpha Edith?”

“Please, just call me Edith. Come in.”

She moves back and opens the door a little wider.

I step into the office and see she hasn’t done much to change anything. Considering she’s barely been here a day, I’m not surprised.

“Take a seat,” she says, as she closes the door.

I do as I’m told, waiting to find out what I’m doing here.

She sits down opposite me. “I see you’ve been at Goldcrest longer than any of our other Omegas.”

“Six years,” I admit.

“I can also see that your behavior has been exemplary, and that despite this proven track record, you have yet to meet a suitable Alpha.”

“Uh-huh,” I murmur, wondering where she’s going with this and how quickly whatever she’s planning is going to be derailed by Daddy Dearest.

“I don’t intend to leave things the way they are.”

“Okay.”

“There are a few Omegas who’ve been avoiding the social gatherings, and then there’s you. An Omega who by all accounts has tried, but repeatedly failed to secure a mate. I don’t think it’s fair to keep things going the same way they always have, and I don’t think it’s only the fault of the Omegas who’ve been passed over or have been avoiding joining in.” She leans forward. “I’m going to start allowing other Alphas access into the academy. The rulebook Geraldine was following contained a few too many added clauses. She was making this place impossible for a lot of decent, upstanding Alphas to access.”

I blink at her, taking in what she’s telling me and struggling to believe it.

The rules have never changed once since I’ve been here.

Goldcrest is considered elite because of the way Geraldine ran the academy.

Then again, elite was starting to feel like another word for asshole.

Who knows what this change could mean?

Who cares, Brooke?

You’re leaving.

This doesn’t change that.

Even so, I must admit I’m kind of stunned.

Who knew a new administrator would mean new Alphas? Maybe even Alphas who aren’t spoiled, rich brats looking to use the academy as their own personal, elite brothel?

Edith smiles at me, seemingly enjoying my shocked silence. “An Alpha who’s been applying to the academy every year since you arrived is being allowed entry. He claims to have met you once, a long time ago. He was specifically asking to meet with you.”

I blink at her, that butterflies in my stomach feeling I had when Zelena asked me who I’d want to be mated to when we were in high school crashing back over me like a tidal wave. The sweet face and tall build of the boy-next-door crush I had when I was a kid. It’s so damn weird. I don’t know where he came from, or when he started to seep into my dreams as a teenager, but, somehow, this feels like the answer.

“I didn’t know that,” I confess, my curiosity getting the better of me. “Who is he?”

“Kellan Mitchell. He’s been quite persistent as far as I can see.”

The name doesn’t ring any bells, but a persistent Alpha is usually a creepy Alpha.

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