Professor Juniper looked like she could have happily killed him, but he didn’t care.He wouldn’t let anyone talk shit about why he’d missed class when it had obviously been out of his control.
“Ready to go?”Chase waited for Lucky to reach him before he pushed off the doorway.“Grant is waiting outside.He’ll take you to class.I need to speak to the professor.”
Lucky had a good idea what he was planning.Maybe she’d care more about an alpha reprimanding her for her selfish ignorance.
Chase could handle it.Lucky was sick of talking to assholes.
Chase
He’d always known Professor Juniper had a problem with Lucky—that much was obvious, even when they didn’t have her class together.Juniper didn’t believe in letting omegas share classes with alphas, adamant that alphas didn’t need the input of omegas, which was not only backwards but had already led to misinformation.He’d never have known that a first heat was the worst an omega would face if not for Lucky correcting him.
Her active mistreatment of Lucky made his blood boil.He hated leaving Grant to comfort Lucky alone, but this was more important than escorting him to his next class.Maybe since it was Professor Flanagan, an omega, Lucky would feel comfortable admitting to what had happened and how much it hurt.
He waited until Grant and Lucky passed the open doorway before approaching Professor Juniper and removing his phone from his back pocket.
“I recorded the entire conversation,” Chase explained, before she could start spouting shit about him interfering or claim that Lucky had overreacted.The look on her face was priceless.“I heard that you’d kept Lucky behind and had a feeling it wouldn’t end well.You’ve never liked Lucky, but claiming he’d been skipping class the last few days, when he was forcibly removed from campus by a gang of traders is not just ignorant but violates about three codes of practice for campus professors.”
She could bullshit him all she wanted, but Chase was part of the Student Advisor Committee.
Professor Juniper maintained her stance, clearing her throat as she went back to rummaging through her mess of a desk.“Say what you like, Mr Walker, but you have no right questioning how I choose to reprimand my students,” she said with a glare that might have been a warning, except he’d been raised by Wynna Walker.She could wipe the floor with Juniper with both hands tied behind her back.
“I’m one of only two people who have the right to question how you treat Lucky, my true mate.”He clarified that, in case she didn’t believe the rumours.“Like Lucky said, if you don’t believe him, then I can give you the proof you need.”Chase tapped his phone to bring up his contacts and dialled Ford’s number.When it picked up, he put it on speaker.“I’m with Professor Juniper and she needs to discuss why Lucky skipped classes for four days,” he said before Ford could answer.This wasn’t the time for flirting or pet names—Chase needed him to be that stern, professional ORTa he became in front of his co-workers.
Ford said nothing, then cleared his throat.“I’m round the corner, about to park.Text me the room number and I’ll be there in less than five minutes.”
After he hung up, Chase backed over to sit on one of the empty seats in the front row, neither knowing nor caring why Ford was already on campus.All that mattered was that he wouldn’t need to wait long.
After a few minutes, a student approached the open doorway and stepped inside.Chase flashed a smile.“Sorry, the professor is busy.Come back later.”
“It’s time for class,” the girl said, as more bodies pressed in behind.
Chase didn’t give a shit if she was about to host a campus-wide talk.“Like I said, she’s busy.”He levelled a glare at Professor Juniper that only made her huff.She sat primly in the seat behind her desk, like she didn’t care about the delay.That must mean the upcoming class was for omegas.
After three more minutes, a voice drowned out the chatter beyond the door.
“Oi, ORTa coming through, get outta my way.”Ford’s voice carried on a normal day, but he was clearly making a point of lettingeveryonehear him.He walked into the room looking like an advertisement for the ORT—dark jeans and work boots, a white shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows, badge on full display, not a hair out of place.
Chase knew he’d become the arrogant ORTa’s main focus when an amused smirk appeared.
Ford quickly shot the professor a stern glare.“Professor Juniper?”
Juniper slowly stood from her chair, her eyes glued either to Ford’s badge or the skin he was flashing.
Ford crossed to the desk, making a point of touching his badge.“Agent King of the ORT.I hear I need to speak to you about Lucky Darro?”He raised an eyebrow, making his disbelief obvious.
Chase cleared his throat and held out his phone.“I took this video when I heard that she was holding Lucky back from heading to his next class.”
“I see.”Ford watched the video, jaw tightening with every second until the ORTa persona was no longer a mask.Suddenly all business, Ford turned the phone to show the professor and hit Play, holding the screen at eye height, making it impossible for Juniper to ignore as he played the entire thing again.He’d even turned the volume up so that every word rang clear.“There’s no point asking if you meant this accusation, because it’s obvious you think you’re the shit around here,” he said, the blunt criticism getting snickers from the students waiting outside, now crowding around the door.
Chase hadn’t intended this to be a public show, but more than one phone was pointed at them.
Ford handed Chase the phone.“It’s a pity I can’t arrest you for unprecedented arrogance, and I can’t fine you for wasting another professor’s time, since it’s obvious Lucky will wastehistime explaining why he’s late to his next class.Although I’d love to, I can’t slap the cuffs on for your extreme prejudice against omegas.”He shook his head.“I could ask if you talk to all your students that way or only the omegas, but it seems self-evident to me that you’ve got a bug up your ass about how alphas are the elite.
“As ORT, I can assure you that bullshit won’t fly in the real world.Whether you think you’re the queen of this kingdom here, I don’t give a shit.ORT business is just that.None of yours.Keep your fucking mouth shut and treat the omegas with respect.We save them from bitches like you on the daily.”
“You can’t?”
Ford stepped closer, right in her face.“Can’t what?I’m ORT.I can do whatever the fuck I like.”He waited a beat, then stepped back and spoke loud and clear, likely aware of the multiple cameras.“As a professor, you were informed that Lucky Darro was attacked at the east gate on Thursday evening, just after class ended.He was on campus grounds, where he should have been safe.Instead, he was kidnapped, terrified, and injected with the lethal drug OX.The fact he isn’t a walking corpse or going into a heatthree monthsearly, is something you should be thanking us for.”
