Page 96 of Broken Omega

Never keep a true mate waiting.

KELLAN

Imake it to the academy with almost an entire half hour to spare. I park like an eighty year old who needs his license revoked. Luckily for me, I’m only the second car on the lot so it doesn’t really matter. I just hope none of the other Alpha’s ding Lana’s new baby when they get here.

For a minute I consider staying in the lot, watching the car.

I don’t consider trying to straighten up and only take up one space. Any corrections would make it worse. Practice doesn’t make perfect when it comes to driving. At least not in my case.

When I was at high school and everyone was getting their licenses, my determination got me through, but when it comes to actually driving, I get worse the more I do it, not better.

I move around to the side of the academy, where the doors are being manned by two Beta guards.

Taking my time, I head up the stairs. My nose is tickly, and when I look around, I can see a garden area close by.Damn. I’m going to sneeze.I stop and get a tissue out of my pocket, sneezing a few times in a row before I feel like the tickle is gone.

I start back up the steps, and when I get to the top, the nearest guard raises his eyebrows at me.

“Can I help you?” he asks, as if he doesn’t know what I’m doing here.

“I guess I’m kind of early,” I tell him. “I have an invitation.”

“Those invitations are for Alphas,” he says, looking me up and down.

I take out my wallet and pass him my driver’s license.

“I’m Kellan Mitchell. I’m an Alpha. I was invited.”

He looks over at the other guard, passes my ID to him.

The guard is older and he’s holding a tablet. He checks the tablet and looks at my ID. Then he looks up at me. I don’t get the dubious vibe from him that I get from his younger, incredibly buff friend.

I’ve gotten that reaction before, too many times to count.

It always seems to happen with Betas who are built, or who think they should have been born Alphas.

“You’re early,” the older guy says. “Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but you’re gonna have to wait out here until I get the go ahead to open the doors.”

He hands me back my driver’s license.

“When do you think that’ll be?” I ask, only slightly freaked out that I might be sneezing my ass off by the time I’m supposed to be meeting Brooke.

Checking the screen, he shrugs. “Fifteen minutes, maybe twenty.”

“Great.” I nod and head back down the stone steps.

I manage not to sneeze again until I’m back inside the car.

Taking out my phone, I watch as the minutes tick by.

It’s like being driven slowly mad.

I’ve waited ten years for this moment.

I can last another fifteen minutes.

Twenty? I don’t know.

Those extra five minutes might be enough to kill me.

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