Ava by L.G.Savage (HeartBreak)

hapter 23

“But, sir, if you ask any of my teachers and the coach, they’ll tell you the same thing. I’m human. You can smell that I’m human,” she argued.

“Miss Morgan. I told you this yesterday.” the Dean said as he flipped through his paperwork. “What the Council says goes.”

“They made a mistake,” she growled.

Of course, her growl was ineffective because she was human.

It made the dean stop what he was doing and look at her sharply. His eyes glowed blue, and he growled at her–a real, hair- raising, threatening growl.

Shit. Her heart started pounding, but she calmed it down as she looked at her shoes. She had completely forgotten who she was talking to.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered.

She wasn’t. She was seething. But it was better not to push an angry Alpha

“Your teachers said you fit in just fine, and you even excelled in your combat class yesterday,” the Alpha said. “This is the last time I will hear of this matter, Miss Morgan. Do I make myself clear?”

Had he been checking up on her? For what purpose? If he didn’t check on everyone else, it must mean she was right, and he just didn’t want to admit the Council was wrong.

“Can I at least do the academic program I would have done at another college? I graduated top of my class and cleaning someone else’s sh-

“It’s the greatest service to be of service. Every Omega knows this.”

Did they, though? Did they really enjoy cleaning up after everyone else? What would an Alpha like him know about this?

“You’re dismissed, Miss Morgan,”

She didn’t look into his eyes again as she stood and walked towards the door.

“And take some pride in your appearance. We have a standard to maintain here. Body odour is not tolerated. Go back to your dorm to bathe and change.”

Her mouth dropped. The patch of food was obvious on her blazer, so the asshole knew that it was not body odour!

“Sir, my first class is about to start-

“Then you should have thought of that before you left your dorm looking like a homeless human, he cut in.

someone like him to be in charge of growing the minds of their future leaders‘

was over a an hour late, and her tablet dinged with a notification of another

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Jan

Chapter 23

the last lesson before lunch, she looked outside the window and saw a group of students walking through the quad holding their books. They looked like they had actually learned something today, unlike her. All she’d learned to do was to breathe and focus so she wouldn’t stab anyone with her knitting needles. The students headed to a large building on the other side, which she had

“Miss Morgan!”

faced the knitting instructor. When she first came to this lesson, she had been sure it was a joke. But no, she was a knitting

“Would you

that you’ve not

a witch. There was no other reason that such a sweet old lady would volunteer to torture students for two whole hours

bastards down there are.

red. The instructor picked her tablet

an hour to get to the training centre anyway. She blinked back some tears as she tried to breathe and calm herself. Why had her dad sent her here, knowing she would suffer like this? What if she never made it back

class and set up the beginner training room she was no closer to releasing the pressure in her head. She was angry, scared and

there

in after Coach Baxter, she looked

laps!” the

rolled her eyes as she started her jog and once again was made to stop after two. She didn’t pay attention

this time.

up. Losers watch; maybe you’ll

a punch. in. By the time the coach tapped her out of the match, she hurt everywhere; Her ankle was twisted, and her lip was bleeding. But

kit. Mr Patrick looked at her constantly but didn’t talk to her,

she finally got to her room, she dropped her bag on the floor and buried her face in the pillow before she let out at scream. She did not belong here, but they wouldn’t

on her window startled her. The sun was just setting, so it was still

his mood,

favouring her hurt ankle until she opened

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Day Divorce DUBBED).

Mon, Jan