Page 89 of Broken Omega

This is my shot. I’m getting into the academy.

I dart up the stairs to my apartment. I need to get prepared. I only have a few days.

Calling Lana, I step inside and head straight for my laptop, letting the door slam closed on its own.

My friend on the inside doesn’t pick up. She probably can’t take a call yet. It’s pretty early.

I send her a text message instead, asking why she didn’t give me a heads-up about all the shit that went down at the academy on Friday, and then telling her I got an invitation.

The academy website is full of shit, but it shows what they expect the Alphas to dress like and behave like in general. I’m going to have to go out and buy something to wear. I’ll probably have to show up in a flashy car, too. Everything I do will be judged.

I search for the inside track, looking for chatrooms where Alphas can share what goes on at the socials. I find a few, but they’re mostly full of bragging player types who keep score on how many Omegas they’ve fucked. I knew there was an ugly side to the academies, but I’d rather not witness it in such graphic detail. I exit those rooms quickly and keep looking.

There has to be some kind of information online that’s actually useful.

I find what could be an urban myth about the invitation colors for the academies and what they mean the dress code is. It could be true, or it could be bullshit. The comments are a mixed bag, and most of them are posted by guys with the word ‘Beta’ in their handles. BasicBeta, BetaBadBoy, EverybodyBeta. OneTrueAlpha comments, “Of course you take white to mean formal suit, and black to mean black tie. What are you all, peasants or something?”

He doesn’t confirm the other color meanings, but considering my invitation is white and I don’t have anything else to go on, I guess I’ll be buying a formal suit.

My phone beeps in my pocket, and I jump in the seat.

“Damn it, Lana,” I murmur as I take it out.

She’s sent me two messages.

I didn’t want to freak you out. PS Brooke is fine.

You’re welcome. I put your rejected application on Edith’s desk yesterday.

Edith. That doesn’t sound familiar. I look up the academy and find the announcement that an Alpha named Edith Merritt took over as interim replacement for the late Geraldine Sawyer as head of the school.

Lana got my application accepted by the new boss.

Holy fucking shit.This really is a one-time deal.

As soon as Brooke’s father finds out, he’ll put a stop to it.

I send Lana a thank you text and tell her I’ll thank her in person soon.

Then, I head out to find the nicest suit I can get my hands on and a car dealership that will sell me a Lexus in the model and color that Lana wants. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. I’m sure Lana will let me borrow the car I just bought her for one night.

I can hardly fucking believe it.

I got into Goldcrest academy.

I’m days away from reuniting with my one true mate.

The hours can’t count down quickly enough.

It’s finally happening. Fate has put me on my path.

BROOKE

Choosing the right spot on my thigh for the burn is incredibly difficult. I made the prosthetic to sit in a certain spot, but the dress I chose has a slit I didn’t notice that’s making it harder to place.

I need the burn to stay hidden until I spill something hot on my lap, and then I need to give everyone a nice flash of the gruesome third degree wound before I pass out.

A slit would be helpful for that, but this one is on the wrong side.Damn it.

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