Page 23 of The Rejected Omega

“You don't even go here!” What the fuck was he playing at? “I don't have time for this.” I start to gather my things.

“For this, or for me?”

“Either.”

He holds up his hands in surrender. “I transferred.”

A rock drops into the pit of my stomach.

“Why?”

“I’m swapping to pre-med. Specialty in designation studies. And there’s a great med school in Canterfield. A prominent researcher in mating bonds teaches a course there. You may have heard of her—Dr. Aiko Kanata?”

I freeze.

He knows, he knows, he knows.

“Never heard of her.”

This wasn’t part of the plan. Why didn’t Mac tell me? If I knew Connor was contemplating med school, I could have factored that into my plans—considered all the places he might go and adjust accordingly Maybe I could’ve taken more overtime hours and graduated early?—

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Room 207, right? Dr. Craven said you agreed to tutor me.”

“She didn’t give me a name! Just told me it was analpha.” I spit the word like venom.

Connor looks nonplussed. Always at ease, always comfortable in his skin. “And I am thatalpha.”

The way he says it sends a shiver down my spine.

“You can’t come to school here. I’m almost done.” The response just spills out of me. Connor flinches slightly, then curls his lips into a frown.

“I think that’s between me and the admissions board.”

Which his dad has a seat on. Something inside me dies. I didn’t know there was still were still things alive in me available to die, but trust Connor Masters to find a way.

“Since when are you interested in med school?”

“Since when do you get to act like you still know me and the things I’m interested in?”

“Well, I know damn well you don’t need tutoring.” He was always a strong student, when he bothered to apply himself.

“It's a stipulation of my transfer. I racked up a lot of absences last year.”

That was unlike him.Why— I shut down the thought. Not my circus, not my alpha.

Alpha?My omega perks up.

I am going to strangle Mac. Was his hand in this? Was this his way of manipulating me into telling Connor?

I close my eyes and keep them shut for several long seconds— time ticking away behind the blackness of my lids. A whimper escapes my lips.

“Lana?”

Why do you insist on ruining my life?

He looks stricken. Shit, did I say that out loud?

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