Page 53 of The Rejected Omega

“Oh, my god. I want to hurl.” The urge to wipe it off is overwhelming. I sit on my hands to stop myself.

Roy cackles. “You’re not going to believe me, but that’s way hotter when you’re actually into each other. I have an ex who loved to rub his spunk into my glands. I should call him…”

“Do you think Connor will notice?”

“Oh, honey, he'll notice. Are you sure you want to do this? If you two are as compatible as you say, it’s probably going to piss him off.”

You don’t know the half of it. “I'm sure.”

“You owe me for this one, Crane. When this plan backfires and you end up in Masters’ bed, I want all the dirty details.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

He winks. “Of course not.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Roy’s scenton me makes me nauseous all night. In retrospect, I wish I waited until Wednesday and had him scent me right before the tutoring session. I wasn’t able to sleep with the faint smell of garbage curling up my nose, and I failed to keep down my usual breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast.

Connor is late to our session for once. Maybe he won’t even come. Maybe I won’t have to have an awkward conversation with him about whose scent I’m smothered in.

Five minutes later, the doorknob twists. No such luck.

When Connor shuts the door behind him, I don’t look up. Part of me is afraid to meet his gaze.

But I know the second he realizes.

His scent spikes, filling the room. It’s acrid and sharp. Tinted with rage, jealousy, confusion.

“What do you want to work on today?” I ask.Normal. Just be normal.

Connor stalks across the room, spins my chair around, and braces his hands on the armrests. He leans over me, completely invading my personal space.

“Who is he?”

His voice is pure venom as he spits the words. A fleck of saliva hits my cheek, and I resist the urge to reach for it with my tongue.

I suppress a shiver.

“Who?” I ask.

“Don’t play dumb, Birdy. It doesn’t suit you.”

“I’m not sure what you mean. You just barge in here?—”

He snarls, baring canines that have been looking bigger and sharper lately. Was that a thing that happened to alphas?

“The fucking alpha slathered all over you.”

“That’s none of your business.” My voice comes out in a squeak. He’s intimidating when he’s riled up like this. And way too sexy.

He bows his head to my neck, inhales deep, and snarls.

“Who. Is. He”

I shiver. I can’t help it. This display of alpha aggression exceeds my expectations. I like it far more than I should. He’s finally noticing me.

“You’re overreacting.”

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