Being around my scent matches isn’t making things any easier. I wish none of them were in my classes, it would simplify everything.
I step into my English class and spot a familiar tall, muscular guy seated in the center. His vivid red curls make my fingers twitch involuntarily. Instead of moving up front, I stay put in the back as more students stream in, filling the seats.
The professor begins speaking. I pull out my notebook and pen from my backpack. Suddenly, a pair of green eyes lock onto mine. He nods sharply, signaling me to sit beside him. I force myself to focus on the professor writing on the board.
“Harper, come sit next to me now,” Archer commands.
An omega to my left leans toward her friend. “Since when did the president of the wolves start dating a new omega?” she whispers.
“I have no idea. She’s unfamiliar to me. Damn, he’s handsome,” the second omega murmurs, her lilac scent wafting to my nose.
I roll my eyes at them while gathering my things, stepping out of the aisle and sitting beside Archer. If only I could ignore alpha commands, maybe I’d find some peace. But as an omega, I’m bound to obey them. So frustrating.
Immediately, I remove my textbook and work on the lesson.
“Rude of you to attend my school and walk into my classroom and not speak.”
“Fuck off, Archer.”
His eyebrows knit tightly, clearly caught off guard by my reply. I don’t care how he feels. He and his wolves might be murderers. I don’t want anything to do with them. He and his pack withheld the truth that they belong to a secret society.
“What’s your problem, Harper?”
“You dismissed me the other day, ordering me away from Sawyer. We don’t have to pretend—I know you want me to pay for something I didn’t do.”
He leans close to my ear. “You didn’t just break Dustin’s heart? You broke all of our hearts?”
I meet his gaze steadily. “None of you told me you’re part of a secret society, Mr. President.”
His jaw twitches. “Years ago, we weren’t involved.”
“But you knew you would be.” It’s a statement, not a question.
He exhales sharply. “Yes.”
“Save the conversation for after class,” the professor snaps.
Thank goodness she shut down this bullshit conversation. I don’t think they ever planned to tell me about the secret society.
I nod at the professor and continue my lesson.
Archer peeks at me again. “We would’ve told you when it was time.” He cracks open his textbook and works on the assignment.
A couple of minutes before class ends, I gather my belongings.
“Harper,” Archer whispers.
I walk to the front of the class and place my paper on the professor’s desk. Not making eye contact with Archer, I bolt out of class.
Pausing outside the classroom, I press a hand to my lower belly. My own scent drifts up to my nose.
No, no, no. I scurry toward the exit.
The scent suppressants are fading faster than I expected.
A strong hand clamps around my bicep.
I’m spun hard, breath stealing from my lungs as Archer’s gaze locks on me. His nostrils flare.
