Page 67 of In Deep
“I’m not sure.”
Sophia’s eyebrow bobs as she swivels a teaspoon around a saucer-sized cup, clinking it on the rim and depositing it on the table.
“They’re not being open with me. There’s something going on with Seb.”
“Seb Thomas?”
“Yes. Do you know him?”
“I mean, I know of him. But he’s the only one of the pack that I hadn’t heard of before coming to this college. He didn’t go to any of the usual schools.”
I roll my eyes. “You mean his family isn’t rich.”
“I have no idea. I know nothing about them.”
“Me neither, it’s not like I knew anything about the others anyway.”
“So what about Seb?”
I pick up my cup and take a long sip, the liquid scorching beneath the foam. “He doesn’t want me as the pack omega.”
“Hang on,” says Sophia, lifting her hand, and then spinning her finger in a circular motion, “rewind here. Do you want to be this pack’s omega?”
I place my cup down on the table and consider her question.
“Rosie, I’m all for you getting your kicks and enjoying yourself, you know that. But you always said getting tied up with an alpha was not for you. You wanted to concentrate on your studies, on making something of yourself. And being an omega to an entire pack, well, that sounds like getting tangled up in a big fucking way.”
I sigh. She’s right. What the hell am I doing even considering this as an option? Why have I felt rejected ever since coming to the realisation that Seb doesn’t want me?
Because I’m fucked up. Being around all those alphas with their sinful scents and their electrifying touch has scrambled my mind.
“I think I need to talk to Zane,” I say.
Soph glares at me. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow you can talk to Zane. You promised me a day and I have plans for us tonight.”
“Plans?”
“Uh huh. I’ve been invited to drinks at the Principal’s gardens.”
My mouth does a little wow. “Who by?”
“Dr Whei. He’s holding a drinks party for promising students with some other tutors.”
“So what am I doing?” I ask, confused.
“I’m allowed to bring a date.”
“Don’t you want to take a proper date?”
“No, I want to take you.” She takes a long gulp of her coffee. “It’s black tie. Have you got anything you can wear?”
I shrug.
She claps her hands together and bounces up and down on her seat. “Yay, shopping time!” Then she frowns and reaches over to pinch my arm. “But no moping.”
“I don’t mope.”
“Good. It’s decided then.”
