Chapter 33 Percy
Percy
Classes felt even more boring when I had a heavily pregnant omega at home.
She had taken to napping in various areas of the apartment, and the first thing I did whenever I got back from class was check those particular areas to see if I could find her curled up like I had the day we had been building her nest.
Mable was still taking classes as the new academic year was starting, but the university had been understanding and allowed her to undertake a lighter workload for the year, as well as take her classes online so she could work around the baby.
I was on Team Take a Whole Year Off, but Mable really wanted to continue her studies, so we were going to support her in any way we could.
Come on, man. You’re like t-minus two minutes. I have cuddles to get to.
Professor McCreevy was a smart man, but he had a tendency to drone on.
It wasn’t uncommon for lectures to run over.
Usually, that wasn’t a problem, but I wanted to get home to Mable.
She had mentioned a craving for a cinnamon roll, so she didn’t know it yet, but I was planning to take her to a local bakery that I had looked up.
Several of the reviews had raved about the fresh cinnamon buns, among other numerous confections, so it was a no brainer to take her as soon as I could.
I knew a pregnant woman’s cravings were fleeting, and I wanted to capitalize on satisfying this one because it always made her so happy, giving her a high that lasted for hours.
Baked goods and a happy omega. I will make this happen. If Professor Talks-a-Lot could hurry the hell up.
When the professor finally decided to release us, I shot up, prepared to dash out of the room, unwilling to wait another second to see my omega. I didn’t even dispense with the usual goodbyes to the classmates near me. No time for talking, everyone. I am needed elsewhere!
“Wait,” a voice behind me said. Spencer.
Before I walked out of the classroom, Spencer lightly grabbed my shoulder.
His face was drawn, serious. Then again, he was always serious, but he barely ever interacted with me, opting to stay hovering in the background, looking for potential threats that most certainly did not exist in an Advanced Stats lecture.
Turning, I raised my brows.
Spencer blended in and stood out all at once.
Dark jeans and a black T-shirt, with a black baseball cap pulled low over his head.
Yes, it was nondescript, but it was also classic “I’m up to something” attire.
He looked kind of shifty, but we had learned early that the baseball cap was needed if we wanted to keep people from staring.
“Hey, can I have a word with you?” he murmured, his dark eyes darting around the room, constantly assessing as he did.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, my mind immediately going to Mable and the baby. Had something dreadful happened? My stomach clenched, my pulse ticking up. “Mable?”
Spencer shook his head, holding up a hand to ease my instant worry. “No, no. Your family is fine. There are no concerns there… Look, I’ve been watching—”
“—As you do.” I smirked, relief flooding me at the confirmation that my omega was okay, quickly replaced by curiosity. What was Spencer talking about?
“Right. Well, the girl that’s on your project, Flora”—he nodded towards where she usually sat in the row in front of me—“I have some concerns.”
His tone was so flat that I almost thought he was kidding, but Spencer didn’t kid.
I tilted my head to the side. “Concerns? What do you mean, concerns? Do you think she’s a stalker? She doesn’t seem the type.” I laughed. The quiet omega in my class was rather lost in her own world and didn’t seem like the stalking type at all.
In fact, Flora was a sweet girl. Her head was constantly in the clouds, doing various calculations, but she was nice enough company. If anything, she seemed too lost in her own world to be some kind of threat.
Spencer shook his head. “No, she’s definitely not a stalker. Actually, I’m pretty sure she’s being stalked.”
My eyebrows rose as I glanced around the room, noticing that the omega in question had already left. That was a very different story, and even though she wasn’t part of our pack, I understood why Spencer would be concerned.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Not entirely, but that’s why I wanted to talk with you.
Are you okay to return to the penthouse on your own?
I know I’m scheduled to watch you today but you’re one of the lower risk members of the pack, and I just…
” Spencer’s eyes were scanning everywhere, and he hardly looked at me, tension knotted through his body.
“It’s hard to explain, but I have a bad feeling. ”
Every member of our security team was highly trained and had sharpened their instincts through various shit shows, from what I understood.
If Spencer had a bad feeling, he needed to act on it.
Omegas were uniquely vulnerable, and the thought that one in my class was being followed without her knowledge didn’t sit right with me.
Even though she wasn’t my omega, I was still an alpha, and I would never forgive myself if something bad happened to her, especially if Spencer could have done something to stop it.
Moreover, I knew Spencer. I’d been around the guy for years, and frankly, I’d never seen him like this. He looked way more concerned than he usually did, and while, sure, there was the typical look of annoyance at being stationed in a lecture hall, there was something more behind his expression.
Like he was really upset, his own alpha instincts flaring because of that omega, and the physical act of standing here instead of going after her pained him.
“The last thing you need to be doing right now is babysitting me. Go. We both know I’m not going to be stalked by a random psychopath. I’m going to go home and cuddle my omega.”
Spencer chuckled ruefully, his muscles visibly tight. “Sounds like the perfect life, honestly. Thank you. If you need anything, just message me.”
I rolled my eyes, patting his shoulder. “Spencer, we both know I don’t need security. It’s only Saint who needs it, and let’s be honest, most of his stalkers don’t mean any harm. It’s only the odd unhinged one he needs backup on.”
My bodyguard nodded. “He is certainly the most demanding of you guys.”
“Go,” I said, waving him off. “I want to go get some lunch! And you can do some real work that doesn’t involve following me to my classes. I’m going to take Mable to a bakery---I’ll even save you a doughnut.”
The corner of his lip lifted ever so slightly. “Yeah, that’ll be nice. Thank you. Message me if you need anything!” he called out, but I was already turning tail and fleeing from the rapidly emptying lecture hall.