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-"

to talk to you privately, Dean Redmon, please?" My voice was

expellable offense," Slate said smugly, turning his eyes back on me. 'Isn’t

as I rose from my chair. "I haven't been trying to pursue a relationship with Professor Tamlin, not in the

mouth shut, breathing heavily through my nose as I glanced over at Slate. He looked somewhat nervous as he waited for

began, but Assistant Dean Redmon waved his hand

you, Professor Tamlin. For now, I'd like to speak to her alone." It wasn't a question, and I

expected 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, his request

his accusation back in his face by telling the truth, and Assistant Dead Redmon couldn't

of marked disapproval before slamming

looking up at Assistant Dean Redmon

sighing as he closed my file. He leaned back in his seat, crossing

in Breles and Professor Tamlin was there. Her boyfriend didn't know he was a professor at our school... and 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 share with my roommates, throwing pebbles at my window at all hours of the night. I have to walk by the first-year building on my way to the greenhouses, and he waits until I

along my lower lip,

I continued, "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, but I know he is not my mate, and won't be when I come of age, but he is

he ran his hand over his face, pinching the

to work on campus, then?" I stammered, shocked

to put the blame on his own flesh and blood. Slate Tamlin has been a problem for years, but this is the first time he’s come forward

to hide the desperation in my voice,

his cheek as he looked down at my file, shaking his head in defeat. "The dean has already put in for your credits to transfer to the University of Mirage. You'd start

eyes. "I can't transfer! I'm supposed to graduate in December. I have my last final next week. The botany program in Mirage is not-not

undergraduate courses before I could even begin whatever courses they require in

rose from my chair again, ready to get

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 after that, Assistant Dean Redmon. Please, there

you, Lena. Truly, I do. But Dean Weatherford doesn't do bad press, regardless of whose fault 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,

expulsion, and Assistant Dean Redmon noticed. He let out his

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

with excitement. But my excitement

take the most prestigious students, those who've earned it, with clean records. This matter with