Page 65 of The Rejected Omega

He chuckles.

"What is it, Lana?"

I wince. "Is your dad there?"

There’s a soft sigh, and I can see the frustrated face he's making in my mind’s eye.

"He's out. I came by to pick up some things. What do you need?"

Words spill out of me. “I don’t have my phone and I’m tired and I have to pee and the line’s too long and the bathroom’s gross anyways and?—”

“Where are you?”

I don’t respond.

“It sounds busy. Are you at a bar?”

“Mhmm.”

“You went drinking after today? Did you eat anything?”

“Don’t be mad. It’s Roy’s birthday.”

He snarls. "Roy. The alpha whose scent I licked off you this afternoon.”

It’s not a question. Slick floods my panties.

“It’s his birthday.”

“Callahan’s?”

It’s not a far-fetched guess. There are only two bars in town the college students frequent.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Drink some water. Keep this phone on you. I’m on my way, sweetheart.”

“You shouldn’t call me that.”

The bartender is back now, staring me down as she fills a beer.

“You have my cell?"

I close my eyes. "Yeah.”

There’s a muttered grumble. He's angry I didn’t call him first.

"Call me if anything happens. I’ll be there soon."

I pass the phone back to the glaring bartender, and she rolls her eyes and presses end call.

"Can I get a water?"

She passes me some lukewarm tap water in a flimsy plastic cup. The clear kind with the edges I’d gnaw on as a kid until the plastic turned white and started to peel.

A tall, older alpha next to me looks me up and down.

“Your gland pop yet?"

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