Page 34 of Broken Omega

A growl rises up my throat as I’m made to wait.

As if sensing my irritation, the woman who keeps denying my applications finally picks up the call.

“What is it this time, Colby?” she asks, her voice stone cold.

“Brooke Corvina is my mate,” I snap at her. “And my name isn’t Colby.”

She lets out a soft sigh. “Kellan Mitchell, I presume.”

My application’s still fresh in her mind, then. It must have made an impression.

“I’m aware that you have … a fixation on one of our Omegas, but you don’t meet our standards, and now that you’ve shown you’re prepared to use deception to get what you want, I’ll be making sure my guards are aware that you’re a risk to our academy.”

It doesn’t make any sense. She has Brooke listed as a top priority for a mate, yet she’s resisted all their existing Alphas. Why wouldn’t she want an Alpha who’s clearly interested in the Omega she desperately needs to match up?

“You can’t be serious,” I tell her. “I’ve followed your rules for years, and all I want is a chance. One chance to meet with Brooke. That’s all.”

“I don’t owe you any chances, Kellan. You’re not an eligible candidate.”

“Then tell me why I’ve been rejected.”

“You don’t meet our standards, and you never will.”

She hangs up the phone, and I feel like smashing mine against the wall. Gripping it tightly, I try to force myself to calm down. The white-hot anger rising inside me is all consuming.

I spent a fucking decade waiting for the chance to claim my one true mate.

Everything I’ve done has been for her. They can’t turn around and tell me it isn’t good enough.

I was never going to be approved. That bitch confirmed it.

Having my suspicions proved right does nothing to soothe the rage that’s burning through me.

It’s not enough. I need to know why.

This isn’t about money. It can’t be. I’ve shown I know how to make a fortune.

It has to be something else. I can’t let this go until … I can’t let it go.

Brooke Corvina is fated for me.

I’ll do whatever it takes to get to her.

She belongs with me.

KELLAN

When the academy blocked my number, I got a new phone. When they blocked that one, I got another. My thoughts were headed down the lines of using a voice changing device when my original cell phone started ringing in the other room.

Maybe I wore Geraldine down.

My smug smile dies when I see who’s calling.

Shit. Don’t tell me I got Lana into trouble.

“Hey,” I answer as I pick up her call.

“What the hell’s going on, K?”

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