CHAPTER SIX
HARPER
Today I have a new set of classes. I skipped classes Tuesday and Wednesday.
Hopefully, none of the alphas are in anymore of my classes.
I wish I had slept soundly last night, but I didn’t.
Realizing I no longer know the alphas I grew up with shatters me, though they broke my heart back when I was sixteen.
I’ll need to increase my scent suppressant dosage as my heat approaches.
I tap the button on my phone screen to reserve my spot at the heat clinic two Fridays from now.
Being around my scent matches isn’t making things any easier. I wish none of them were in my classes, it would simplify everything.
I step into my English class and spot a familiar tall, muscular guy seated in the center. His vivid red curls make my fingers twitch involuntarily. Instead of moving up front, I stay put in the back as more students stream in, filling the seats.
The professor begins speaking. I pull out my notebook and pen from my backpack. Suddenly, a pair of green eyes lock onto mine. He nods sharply, signaling me to sit beside him. I force myself to focus on the professor writing on the board.
“Harper, come sit next to me now,” Archer commands.
An omega to my left leans toward her friend. “Since when did the president of the wolves start dating a new omega?” she whispers.
“I have no idea. She’s unfamiliar to me. Damn, he’s handsome,” the second omega murmurs, her lilac scent wafting to my nose.
I roll my eyes at them while gathering my things, stepping out of the aisle and sitting beside Archer. If only I could ignore alpha commands, maybe I’d find some peace. But as an omega, I’m bound to obey them. So frustrating.
Immediately, I remove my textbook and work on the lesson.
“Rude of you to attend my school and walk into my classroom and not speak.”
“Fuck off, Archer.”
His eyebrows knit tightly, clearly caught off guard by my reply. I don’t care how he feels. He and his wolves might be murderers. I don’t want anything to do with them. He and his pack withheld the truth that they belong to a secret society.
“What’s your problem, Harper?”
“You dismissed me the other day, ordering me away from Sawyer. We don’t have to pretend—I know you want me to pay for something I didn’t do.”
He leans close to my ear. “You didn’t just break Dustin’s heart? You broke all of our hearts?”
I meet his gaze steadily. “None of you told me you’re part of a secret society, Mr. President.”
His jaw twitches. “Years ago, we weren’t involved.”
“But you knew you would be.” It’s a statement, not a question.
He exhales sharply. “Yes.”
“Save the conversation for after class,” the professor snaps.
Thank goodness she shut down this bullshit conversation. I don’t think they ever planned to tell me about the secret society.
I nod at the professor and continue my lesson.
Archer peeks at me again. “We would’ve told you when it was time.” He cracks open his textbook and works on the assignment.
A couple of minutes before class ends, I gather my belongings.
“Harper,” Archer whispers.
I walk to the front of the class and place my paper on the professor’s desk. Not making eye contact with Archer, I bolt out of class.
Pausing outside the classroom, I press a hand to my lower belly. My own scent drifts up to my nose.
No, no, no. I scurry toward the exit.
The scent suppressants are fading faster than I expected.
A strong hand clamps around my bicep.
I’m spun hard, breath stealing from my lungs as Archer’s gaze locks on me. His nostrils flare.
Archer’s nose drops behind my ear.
“Lavender,” he murmurs. “Jasmine. Apples.”
The purr in his voice sends my body spiraling.
Slick gushes as my fingers clutch his muscled arms, my face burying into his chest. Black currant, leather, and musk wrap around me, my body responding before my mind can catch up. My scent blooms, perfuming the air, letting him know exactly how much I crave his knot.
His gaze sharpens at the alphas approaching down the hallway. “This little omega belongs to my pack,” he growls fiercely.
A guttural rumble vibrates in his chest as he pulls me possessively close, teeth barely brushing the seam of my neck near my shoulder, as if ready to bite.
“Scent match. Mate,” he snarls through clenched teeth, struggling to hold back.
Before I see him, Dustin’s scent hits me, pine and vanilla, intoxicating and familiar.
“Little omega,” Dustin’s growl whispers as he nuzzles my neck from the left.
Scenes like this between omegas and their alpha packs aren’t unusual on campus.
Dustin’s green eyes blow wide as he purrs into my hair, the sound undoing me completely.
“I want your knots,” I whimper between my true mates.
My fingers slip into Dustin’s inky hair. His eyes close, his expression softening in a way that steals my breath. His hand tightens on my waist.
“Knot,” he murmurs. “Rut.”
Hunger bleeds through every word.
Then he tears himself away, fists clenched, chest heaving. Rage rolls off him in waves.
“Don’t fucking go near my omega,” Dustin roars.
The haze snaps.
“Not yours,” I bite out glaring between Archer and Dustin as I reach into my backpack pulling out my headphones.
They both look like wild beasts, poised to attack.
I slide the headphones over my ears. “Now that I know what your pack truly is, Legacy Wolves, I want nothing to do with you. Our scent match means nothing. You abandoned me long ago. I’m going to meet my real potential mate.”
“Harper,” Archer warns, irritation clear in his eyes.
I avoid Dustin’s stare as I press play on my phone. Music blasts through my noise-canceling headphones.
Spinning on my heel, I storm out of the building, unsure if they’re truly murderers. I’ll have to investigate further.