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Her face goes pale, the only sign that I've hit the mark.
"That's quite an accusation," she finally says.
"Not an accusation. A conclusion based on evidence."
"And what do you plan to do with this conclusion?"
"Nothing," I answer honestly. "Your designation doesn't matter to me. Our performance has improved since you arrived. The data supports keeping you as coxswain, regardless of what you are."
She studies me, trying to figure out if I'm telling the truth.
"Why would I hide being an Omega?" she asks carefully.
"University policy SRU-478.3," I respond immediately. "Prohibits bonded athlete teams because of the 2019 Concordia scandal. Female Omega around unbonded Alpha athletes creates high probability of bonding. Your previous school probably discovered your designation, making your situation impossible."
She stares at me for several seconds.
"How did you figure it out?" she finally asks, which isn't confirmation but doesn't deny it either.
"Multiple things. The complete lack of scent. The precise distance you keep from all Alphas, especially Jackson with his sensitivity issues. The pill exchange with Eli this morning—probably an emergency suppressant. And your reactions to designation-related conversations."
"You've been watching me that closely?"
"I observe everyone. Family business makes designation stuff particularly relevant."
"Your family business?" she asks, clearly trying to change the subject.
"Wu Technologies. Designation-specific medications and therapies."
"Including suppressants?"
"Among other things. My father expects me to join the Omega Wellness Division after graduation."
"But you don't want to."
Perceptive. "I prefer pure research to commercial applications. But family expectations are hard to ignore."
"Tell me about it," she murmurs.
She glances around, making sure no one's nearby. "Look, I'd appreciate it if you kept this between us."
"You know you can't hide this forever, right? Suppressants become less effective with continued use. Eventually, your natural designation will show up regardless."
"Thanks for the lecture," she says dryly. "But I'll handle it."
"With Eli's help?"
Her eyes narrow again. "My arrangement with Eli is none of your business."
Interesting word choice. Arrangement. The same term I use for Eli and Jackson's relationship.
"Fair enough," I concede. "Though you might want to think about contingency planning. When your designation becomes known to the team (and it will), having a plan would help."
She studies me for a long moment. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a weird way of offering help?"
"Frequently. My father calls it my 'bedside manner problem.' One reason I prefer research to dealing with people."
A small smile touches her lips. "Well, your secret's safe with me."
