Page 11 of Alpha's Omega Professor

“You’re going.”

I had spent my life not responding to alphas when they bossed me around. I refused to be seen as weak and subservient just because I was an omega.

Right then, though? I let the alpha decide. My body felt safe, wrapped up in his arms, and my mind stopped panicking. He asked me to walk a little way and I did. I found myself sitting down on a bench, gradually warming up.

I looked down at myself and saw that Liam had draped his coat over my shoulders and wrapped it around me like a blanket. He had one arm around me and I was leaning heavily against him. When I tried to sit up, he said, “Shush, it’s ok. Won’t be long now.”

“What won’t be long?”

“The ambulance.”

“I don’t need an ambulance.”

“You’re getting one.”

He sounded decisive. I continued to behave uncharacteristically. I just closed my eyes. “Ok.”

Chapter 5: Liam

My heart rate was starting to come down from the pounding rhythm it had been beating at. From the second I’d seen a large figure looming over a small, crumpled one on the ground, my blood had been pumping. I’d rushed over, but not fast enough.

The mugger had kicked Waggoner. I hadn’t even known it was Waggoner, not in the darkness, but I’d heard the thud and the intake of air as the pain registered with the little omega.

I’d shouted, angry, but the mugger had grabbed the bag and gone. I’d had a split second to choose whether to chase the mugger down – and I’d really wanted to do that, to go after them and grab them, to wrestle them to the ground and kick them, kick them over and over again – or to stay and help the omega.

One look at the small figure on the ground and I couldn’t leave. Just couldn’t.

I’d stayed. Knelt before my omega with my heart pounding and my body alive with anger and confusion, and I’d touched him for the first time.

He was in shock, I knew that much. I hadn’t seen what happened before he hit the ground but I’d seen him being dragged along the concrete like a sled when he refused to let go of his bag. I don’t know whether that had been instinct or whether those papers were really important to him but my little omega had put up quite a fight.

I felt the anger surge up inside me again at the memory of that large figure kicking out. Bastard. Whoever it was, I wanted to kill them.

Attacking any omega like that – one on the floor, hurt, scared – was despicable. But attackingmyomega? I wanted to tear that mugger’s limbs off one by one.

Waggoner leaned into my chest and I got a thrill that he would do that. It was marred by the fact that I knew he wasn’t himself. He would never do that to me if he was. He was just in shock.

“Hey,” I said. “Open your eyes.”

“Sleepy,” he mumbled.

“Waggoner, I need you to keep your eyes open. You’ve got a mark on your cheek and I don’t know if you hit your head. You need to wait until the paramedics have checked you out.”

“I don’t need to be checked out.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Bossy.”

“That’s right. You’re doing well, you only need to wait a bit longer.”

“Lucky you were here,” he mumbled. Then his voice became a bit clearer as he picked up interest. “Whatwereyou still doing here?”

“I, uh, went to the toilets.”

Go me. Way to make that sound like a lie when it was technically true.

“Your bladder saved me.”

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