I feel him close now and my body reacts to him.
Shit, when did I take my last scent suppressant?
I can’t let him catch my scent.
“Can’t smell you, little omega. Why is that?”
“My scent isn’t your concern. Just know my alpha ex-boyfriend loved my scent,” I lie.
“Ex huh? Did you break up because you accused him of cheating too?” Dustin sneers.
“Mr. Montclair,” Professor Hopkins snaps. “Stop talking in my class.”
“I apologize, Professor Hopkins. Just telling Harper about our study group.”
Professor Hopkins shoulders relax. “Tell her after class.”
Finally, I can focus on the lesson. But I can’t. Dustin’s giving off an acidulous scent. He’s angry.
I smirk. Good.
CHAPTER TWO
DUSTIN
THE OMEGA’S RETURN
She’s back. Harper Butler should’ve stayed at Lexington University. Now she’s at my school. In my class. When I stepped into the class my eyes immediately landed on her rich dark coils. Her caramel side profile and that beautiful button nose I fucking loved. I’d always know it’s her. Her gentle hands, strong legs, or her pretty fucking feet.
I don’t want her here. She should’ve stayed gone. Her being back only complicates my life. My packs life. My brothers never recovered after she betrayed me.
I lean in one more time. “You’ll sit in that seat for every econ class,” I order.
“Dustin,” she grits out.
Then a whine slips from her causing my knot to swell. Fuck.
The little omega has to obey my order. I smirk.
I dart out the class. My gaze sweeps over my pack.
Sawyer bounces off the wall first. “Is she really here?”
“Don’t let her see you like this,” I grit out.
“Like what? Fucking broken.”
We all took it hard when we lost Harper. I handle my anger about her betrayal differently than Sawyer. The loss of her interferes with his life on a larger scale. He grew a beard. The man looked like a lumberjack. But it’s neatly trimmed. His brown hair no longer looks like a brown mop.
His gray eyes light up, telling me she’s near.
“Hello Harper.” A smile rises and falls on his face as she steps in front of him.
She halts to my left, but doesn’t look at me.
Her hand opens and closes at her side. She’s fighting to keep her hands off him.
Our scents kick up and the tension in our pack is evident.
