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.

the hell did the dean think he was? What sort of institution allowed someone like him to be in charge of growing the minds of their future leaders‘ She was still

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

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mood until she was ready to explode Just before the end of 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

“Miss Morgan!”

sure it was a joke. But no, she was a knitting instructor who taught them

“Would you

has made you so fascinated that you’ve not completed any of your work?” the woman asked sweetly.

There was no other reason that such a sweet old lady would

those lucky bastards down there are. They look like they’re

tablet up and jabbed at it. Ave

hour to get to the training centre anyway. She blinked back some tears as she tried

in her head. She was angry, scared and confused all at the same time, and she

there

in after Coach Baxter, she

laps!” the coach shouted.

her jog and once again was made to stop after two. She didn’t pay

this time.

pair up. Losers watch;

get 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.

bothered to change out of her kit. Mr Patrick looked at her constantly but didn’t talk to her,

the floor and buried her face in the pillow before she let out at scream. She did not belong here, but they wouldn’t listen until they carried her out in

just setting, so it was still light enough for her to see Ezekiel standing outside in his training kit There was no expression on his

his

walked slowly towards him, favouring her hurt ankle until she opened the

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Day Divorce DUBBED).

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