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-"

even 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

a relationship with Professor Tamlin, not in the slightest. In fact, I've been

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

but Assistant Dean

counsel you at a different time about the accusations brought forth against you, Professor Tamlin. For now, I'd like to speak to her alone." It wasn't a question, and I could see the look of surprise, and anxiety, flash

me alone. He'd probably asked to be here,

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

room, giving one last parting look of marked disapproval before slamming the door on his way

looking up at Assistant Dean Redmon

exactly happened between you and Professor Tamlin?" he asked, sighing as he closed

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

my tongue along my lower lip,

the impression we're mates. We aren't. I'm not twenty-one yet, but

he's done something like this," assistant Dean Redmon said as he ran his hand

on campus, then?" I stammered, shocked by

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 the first time he’s come forward with accusations against a student, rather than it being the

do about it?" I tried to hide

my file, shaking his head in defeat. "The dean has already put in for your credits to

tears begin to well in my eyes. "I can't transfer! I'm supposed to graduate in December. I have my last final next week. The botany program

courses they require in their botany program that were different from Morhan's curriculum. The school I was attending now was specialized and so different from

was panicking now. I rose from my chair again, ready to get

Red Lakes; I'd be gone for six weeks. I wouldn't need to

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,"

Assistant Dean Redmon noticed. He let out his breath and rose from his chair, moving

have the final set up for tomorrow, or Friday, whichever is

early?" I exclaimed, absolutely beside myself with excitement. But my excitement was quickly turned to dread as he turned

the research camp is honor based, I'm afraid. They only take the most prestigious students, those