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And, more importantly, what was I going to do about it?
I had absolutely no idea.
I needed to talk to someone about this. Preferably someone who was not directly impacted by the news. Someone who was on my side and who could see clearly.
Only one person came to mind. The roommate I'd had before Adam—Conner. Conner usually kept a clear head—as long as the conversation didn't turn toward his own love interest, anyway.
I checked the time on my phone. It was still early—maybe I could intercept him before his first class of the day. He had world history on Monday mornings. I had no idea which of our many lecture rooms that class took place in, so I just headed to Conner's dorm room instead, figuring that if I was lucky, he hadn't left yet.
I almost didn't make it, but by some chance I ran into my friend on the narrow cobblestone path that led from his dorm building to the university.
“Conner!” I called out, waving until he spotted me. “We need to talk!”
“What?” He shot me a confused look, but stopped. “I have class now.” He eyed me from top to bottom. “Are you walking around campus in your pajamas?”
Was I? I glanced down myself. Oh hell, I'd put on my pajama pants—which had characters from the Muppet show on them. Not that it mattered now. I had bigger problems to worry about. At least my wearing bed wear seemed to convince Conner that there was something wrong with me, because he took a step closer now.
“Did something happen?” he asked.
“Kind of,” I admitted while scanning our surroundings. We couldn't have this conversation here. Too many other students around getting ready for a day of classes. Meanwhile I couldn't even remember what class I should be heading to myself right now.
Fine straight-A student I was. “We need to go somewhere else. Is Raphael—”
“He already left for his social studies class. He headed out early to discuss something with someone else before class. I'm not really sure. He talks fast when he's in a hurry.”
“Okay, let's go to your room then.”
“I do have class,” Conner started, but then stopped himself. “I guess I can skiponeclass, but this had better be important.”
I nodded, glad that my friend was taking me as seriously as he was taking his classes. Just like me, he was here on scholarship, and he didn't want to lose it. He’d told me his parents could easily have paid all his tuition for him—his stepfather was a popstar after all—but he didn't want that, not while he could contribute in his own way. I respected that.
“I'd never ask you to skip class if it wasn't important.”
“I know. That's why I'm worried.”
Part of me wanted to tell him that he didn't need to be worried, but I bit that response back.Iwas definitely worried.
As he'd indicated, Conner's dorm room was deserted when we got there. A bunch of clothes and scraps of paper littered the floor, but I didn’t let my eyes linger on the mess.
“It gets hectic in the morning,” Conner said with a small shrug.
I shook my head. “Never mind that.”
“Okay, tell me what's going on.”
Conner sat on his bed and I sat next to him. “It's not really a long story. You remember how I told you I worried that maybe my pills were starting to fail me?”
“Yeah.” Conner sniffed the air. “I still can't really scent you.”
“You can't, but Adam can.”
“Oh!” My friend's eyes went wide. “Does he know you—”
“No, he hasn't figured it out, and thank God for that. He's pretty much taking me at my word.” The guilt of that crushed me when I thought about it for too long. Adam believed that I was beta simply because I told him so. He didn't know that he should have worn a condom when he had sex with me.
He didn't know that what he was so attracted to was just my omega scent. Just instinct.
He should never have gotten stuck in a room with an omega.
