Page 96 of Ava: Part Two

How was she even supposed to explain this?

“I saw how he looked at you,” her father continued.

He was looking out of his window like he couldn’t look at her. She could feel his disappointment, and it stung. After how she was treated in the pack, getting involved with a wolf was the last thing her father wanted for her.

“And when he came looking for you at the house, somehow I knew...” Her father shook her head. “I still don’t understand how this is possible. How any of it is possible.”

He said the last part as if he was asking himself. If he had the answers, she really wanted to know as well. How was it that she could feel this connection to Zeke? Because she could feel it now, there was no question about that.

Like right now, she knew he was following them. He hadn’t stayed home like her dad told him to.

The driver parked outside the Administration block, and Alpha Roland turned to face her.

“Let’s get this over with so we can figure this out,” he said.

“Are you really going to leave me here,” she asked, grabbing his arm before he could open the door. “Are you going to let me face the Head of Council?”

“Of course not,” Alpha Roland said, putting his arms around her. “But let me deal with the dean, and then we’ll find Mr Patrick.”

Feeling a little lighter, Ava got out of the car and walked around to her father. There was still a lot of activity around the Administration block, and judging by the way they all looked at her, they had seen or heard what she did to Dexter’s dad. Was she walking into a trap? Was she still going to end up in Isolation?

Her father took her hand and led her up the steps. She had always admired his confidence and hoped it had rubbed off on her. Still, whatever little of it she had probably got her into these messes.

The dean opened the door to the offices the moment they entered the lobby as if he had been waiting for them. His stern gaze met hers first. As always, his eyes were cold, but there was something else in them today. This meeting was going to go a lot worse than she anticipated. She immediately lowered her gaze so she wouldn’t make the situation worse.

“What are you doing?”

She glanced at her dad before lowering her head again.

“I’m an Omega, Dad. This is what we do.”

“Bullshit,” Alpha Roland growled. “Hold your head up, Ava.”

She did as she was told and caught the undisguised anger in Dean Russell’s gaze before he composed himself.

“Do we have a problem, Dean Russell,” her father asked.

It was obvious who the stronger Alpha was, and she tried to stop the grin on her face when her dean briefly lowered his gaze.

“Of course not. Come through this way,” the dean said.

They followed him to his office. Penelope was at her desk, and the moment they walked in, she was drawn to the vampire’s aura. The vampire never even smiled, but Ava was still as fascinated with her as she had been the first time she’d met her. But as she had done all the other times she had come here, she shook off the vampire’s effect on her and followed her dad and dean into the office.

“Thank you for seeing me, Alpha Morgan,” the dean said as he sat behind his desk.

The dean was in his usual suit and tie, a whole world away from her father’s outfit. She would never forget the dean’s comments about her ‘uncivilised backwater pack’ in their first meeting. Still, it was her dad who commanded respect in this room.

“I hope you will see all of Miss. Morgan’s teachers and instructors this weekend, but I need to discuss her behaviour,” the dean started. “She has been consistently breaking the rules, so her evenings for half the semester already have detentions scheduled. Miss Morgan’s attitude is not befitting of an Omega in our acad—”

“That’s because she's not an Omega,” Alpha Roland said. “If you can’t see that, then I truly fear for the future of this place.”

The dean ground his teeth and shuffled some papers around.

“I’m aware of her... special circumstances,” the dean continued. “But her role is not my decision. I’m sure Miss Morgan has told you that she came to see me several times to argue this point.”

“Oh? And what was the resolution?”

The dean remained quiet, but Ava felt like being helpful.

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