Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 3: I'm Being Expelled?

*Lena*

The dean's office was located on the edge of campus, situated on the shore of the massive lake that separated the small city of Morhan from the sprawling metropolis of Breles. I could see the water from where I sat. The deep blue water was glistening beyond the ceiling-height windows in the dean's office, blocked by the figure of Assistant Dean Redmon, who was seated behind the dean's desk.

"Dean Weatherford couldn't be here today," Assistant Dean Redmon murmured, flipping a page of the file he was holding-my file. I could see my name printed at the top.

"Why am I here?" I asked, stifling the tremble in my voice. I'd never been in trouble at school before, not once in my entire life.

The assistant dean glanced up at me, his eyes fixated on mine for a moment. He was an older man, slight of build with short, wispy Slate hair. But his eyes, a strange sea- green color, were kind, which I was thankful for. He looked somewhat sorry for me as he glanced down at his watch and then turned his focus toward the door.

"There was a report of misconduct between you and an adjunct professor."

I knew it. I'd had a glimmer of hope that whoever had made the report had made it against Slate, and I was only here to corroborate it and give my side of the story.

But to my horror, Slate walked through the door, looking as smug as could be. He leaned against the wall, facing me with a smirk on his face. Assistant Dean Redmon looked him up and down before sighing heavily and turning his attention to my file once more.

"Morhan College's code of ethics firmly states that students and professors are strictly forbidden from entering into any kind of intimate relationship. You signed the code of ethics, Lena, so I'm not going to ask you if you're familiar-"

"I know," I said firmly, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.

"Slate Tamlin reported to Dean Weatherford that you have made several advances toward him over the last quarter, including waiting outside the first-year building for his classes to dismiss, if this is correct?"

I almost choked. I looked from Assistant Dean Redmon to Slate.

"I'm sorry, what?“

"Professor Tamlin," Slate corrected, looking down at his manicured fingernails. "It's professor-"

"Is it true, Lena, that you have been pursuing a romantic relationship with-"

close to the truth. I'd like to talk to you privately, Dean Redmon, please?" My voice was shaking, but at the moment I didn't care.

Slate said smugly, turning his eyes back on

I rose from my chair. "I haven't been trying to pursue a relationship with Professor Tamlin, not in the slightest. In fact, I've been trying to avoid him at all costs. He shows

I snapped my mouth shut, breathing heavily through my nose as I glanced over

Slate began, but Assistant Dean Redmon waved his hand in

you, Professor Tamlin. For now, I'd like to speak to her alone." It

Assistant Dean Redmon to want to speak to me alone. He'd probably asked to be here, and because he was Dean Weatherford's nephew and didn't let anyone forget it,

had thrown his accusation back in his face by telling the truth, and

parting look of marked disapproval before slamming

looking up at Assistant

closed my file. He leaned back

I didn't know he was going to be there. It was a double date. I can admit that. But it was a blind date, I wasn't interested in taking things further. I denied any advances he made toward me during that weekend, which was over the summer break, and... when I came back to campus, he continued to bother me. He has recently started showing up at the apartment I

tongue along my lower lip, looking down at

"he stopped me outside of the first-year building. He is under the impression we're mates. We aren't. I'm not twenty-one yet,

Redmon said as he ran his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose

on campus, then?" I stammered, shocked by the

shrugged, shaking his head. "His uncle-Weatherford-doesn't want bad press, and it's easier to dismiss the student than it is to put the blame on his own flesh and blood. Slate Tamlin has been a problem for years, but this is

it?" I tried to hide the

cheek as he looked down at my file, shaking his head in defeat. "The dean has already put in

feeling the tears begin to well in my eyes. "I can't transfer! I'm supposed to graduate in December. I have my last

before I could even begin whatever courses they require in their botany program that were different from Morhan's curriculum. The school I was attending now was specialized

chair again, ready

have one final, that's it. Then my field study. I put in for Red Lakes; I'd be gone for six weeks. I wouldn't need to come back to campus again

it is. Once the rumor mill starts-and trust me, it will, and it will likely be Slate Tamlin who starts it-we'll have no choice but to place the blame on someone, and that someone is you. But," he said, pausing as he exhaled, 'there may be one way we can

noticed. He let out his breath and

have one more final, next week. I'll speak to your professor and have the final set up for tomorrow, or Friday, whichever is more convenient. Your GPA alone grants you a place at the Red Lakes

excitement. But my excitement was quickly turned to dread as

is honor based, I'm afraid. They only take the most prestigious students, those who've earned it,