Page 47 of Broken Omega

I can’t believe Geraldine would do that to any Omega.

She frowns at me. “Don’t breathe a word of that to anyone.”

“I would never,” I promise, while I’m still reeling from the shock of it.

I’ve got more than enough problems of my own without adding on pissing off a woman who has the ability to suggest a punishment more horrifying than a forced marriage to my psychopathic father.

Worrying about Omegas who have Alphas out there that actually give a shit about them is pretty fucking low down on my priority list. I know I would warn those Alphas, given half a chance, but the truth is I’m unlikely to get that opportunity.

This place is my prison, and it may be a gilded cage compared to Colvindale, but it’s still a trap I can’t escape until I submit to the newer, tighter cage of mating and marriage.

Geraldine reaches out and pats my cheek lightly.

“Why can’t all my girls be like you, dear?”

“There’s only one Brooke Corvina.”

“Don’t worry about your father,” she tells me. “We’ll keep looking for the right Alpha.”

It’s oddly reassuring. If there’s one person who can calm Warren Corvina down, it’s Geraldine Sawyer. I’ve seen her use her Omega abilities to assess his emotional state on a couple of occasions, when he visited me out here at the academy way back at the start of my first year, and she cooled his rotten temper so easily that he didn’t even seem to notice her doing it.

I’ve tried it myself in the past, and he saw it coming every damn time.

She has years of experience. She seems to know exactly how much pressure to apply with her touch, how much calming energy to use. How to completely distract a man while she cools his temper.

It was a stroke of genius to have an older Omega run this academy. She deals with the Alphas so well they don’t even realize it when they’re being handled.

“I appreciate the help. I’ll grab my makeup kit and go to Secret’s suite straight away.”

“When she’s ready, take her straight to private booth number one. An Alpha requested her company tonight.”

Uh oh.The new girl who’s barely been here a week is being specifically requested by an Alpha already? That can’t be good news.

“That’s a little unusual,” I murmur, knowing I probably still seem kind of shellshocked and not wanting to make it any worse. I manage to sound casual, God knows how. “Anyone I’d know?”

“Colby Summers, who else?” Geraldine mutters back.

She rolls her eyes. I roll mine right back.

That boy is trying to make his way through all the Omegas in the building. I’ve heard he likes to mess around with as many Betas as he can get his hands on, too. Considering Secret’s clearly in love with Dylan, I doubt she’ll be even vaguely interested in that idiot.

Of course, that’s her problem. Not mine.

“Right.” I nod. “Of course.”

“Thank you, dear.” Geraldine gives me a fond smile. “Have a good night.”

When she leaves, I turn on my heel, ready to grab my makeup kit and go to Secret’s suite.

My foot connects with my dropped phone, and I manage to kick it under the kitchen counter.

Well, that’s going to be a pain in the ass to get back out, but that’s a problem for tomorrow’s Brooke.

Tonight’s Brooke has a job to do, and she’s going to do it well enough to please Geraldine.

That woman is my only real defense against my pig-headed father.

If anyone can knock sense into him, it’s her.

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