Page 46 of Broken Omega

Apparently, Secret and Dylan were caught in a compromising position, and the academy takes a hard line on Omegas falling for other Omegas. I can understand why Secret hit her, knowing she must have split them up when she found out they’d taken each other as mates.

“Hi, Geraldine. Please, come in. What can I do for you?” I ask, breaking the silence between us and moving back to let her into my suite.

Whatever she needs, it can’t be any worse than what my father’s asking of me.

She steps into the room, and I notice the garment bag she’s carrying over her right arm.

“I need you to go and get Secret ready for the social. Makeup, hair, whatever. She’ll probably need to be coerced into dressing appropriately, too,” she mutters, frowning at me as if she expects me to ask questions, or cause a fuss. “Here’s her dress. I had to go fetch it since she was a late arrival to the academy.”

I take the garment bag out of her hands when she thrusts it at me as if she’s offended by it.

It feels light. I can imagine the short, lightweight dress that’s hidden inside. I doubt Secret will be keen to put it on. Considering she hasn’t touched the clothes in her closet since she got here it might not be so easy to get her into tonight’s outfit.

Geraldine seems agitated. Her face looks painful, but I’m not sure it would be smart to mention it.

It’s kind of an unusual situation. I don’t think she’s ever been assaulted by a student before, but then again, she hasn’t tried to split up Omegas in love before, either. Not that there hasn’t been some bed-hopping every so often between the Omegas in her charge, but there’s a pretty big difference between girls with crazy libidos keeping each other company and getting a little freaky from time to time, and Omegas who take each other as mates.

I’ll admit to feeling a little jealous of Secret’s closeness with Dylan.

I’ve never felt that way about someone else.

Crushes, sure. Flashes of lust, you bet. Adoration? Nope. Love? What even is that, anyway?

I nod slowly. “Not a problem. I can get Secret ready for the social. Does her friend need help, too? I noticed he hasn’t been dressing appropriately, either.”

Something passes over her expression that makes my stomach start to churn all over again.

She’s not happy that I asked about him.

She stares at me, her gaze frosty. “No. Dylan will not be needing your help.”

Shit. Why do I feel like someone just walked over my grave?

What did she do to him, anyway?

“Um, seriously?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “He looked like he neededa lotof help.”

I’m playing dumb, obviously, while I wonder if she knows Dylan belongs to Cassidy Halloran.

Everyone else figured that out pretty fast, and Geraldine isn’t stupid.

She probably knows. It might even be why she kept them together.

Holy fucking hell.She was waiting for them to slip up.

I know that’s the answer the second it pops into my thoughts.

It takes all my energy to keep my expression neutral.

Geraldine’s lips twitch. She’s trying not to smirk, I think.

“Dylan will not be needing your help,” she repeats. “That boy is being transferred to Colvindale tonight. He will no longer be Goldcrest’s problem.”

Shit.She might as well have shot him through the heart.

“Colvindale?” I ask, unable to keep the shock out of my voice.

Omegas don’t go there if they have any kind of choice. It’s like sending him to a prison where he’ll get the bare minimum of care until he’s due to be released, and in the meantime, he’ll have to avoid the awful Alphas they allow into their academy. Alphas who hunt and torture the Omegas for fun.

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