Page 15 of The Rejected Omega

I have to get out of here.

Connor turns his head toward the door, scenting the air, but I’m already gone. I run to the parking lot, a bag full of textbooks banging bruises against my legs.

I find a curb hidden in the crowd of cars and collapse on it.

Pain threatens to swallow me. I pull my knees to my chest and hold myself tight, as if that could keep the hurt sealed away.

I fumble for my phone and dial Mac Masters.

He answers on the second ring.

“Lana? What is it? Are you okay?”

“I need your help.”

CHAPTER SIX

Connor’s dadhas money and connections in spades. Which is how he gets me a same-day appointment with the best omega specialist in the state.

He picks me up in a gas station parking lot not far from the school and drives me to the specialist’s office in Canterfield. She works in the same hospital I was at before. When he tries to make small talk, I ignore him and stare out the window at the passing landscape, sliding my jagged thumbnail against the pads of my fingers.

“I’m sorry, Lana. This is my fault.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I pressured him into coming. I never thought?—”

“Enough. He made his choice.”

“When do you plan on telling him?”

“I don’t.”

His hands tighten on the steering wheel. “You can’t keep it a secret forever.”

My lips tighten around a scream.

“He has a girlfriend.”

“A beta he’ll grow tired of in a month.”

“He’s in love with her.”

Mac sighs. “He thinks he is.”

The confirmation is a dagger sliding into my gut.

“He’s a boy. The bond you two have?—”

“Is broken.”

“You need to tell him. ”

“No.

“He’s been in a terrible mood all week.”

“I don’t give a fuck. If he rejects me again, I don’t think I’ll survive it. He loves Cassandra. He already made his choice when he didn’t show up.”

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