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So, by Thursday before my meeting with the next pack, I head down to Dean Benson’s office.
“Willow! Hello, dear, lovely to see you again.” She opens her office door and lets me in. I take a seat as she makes her way back to her desk. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting today?”
“I wanted to talk to you about the pack program.”
Her face falls. “Oh,” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Is anything wrong?”
“I’ve met with a few packs this week. And while most of them are nice enough, none of them seem to have the same interests as I do in regards to my heats.”
She nods, leaning back in her seat. “I was afraid of that. Sometimes, when a pack signs up, they answer the questions in ways that they think will give them better chances at finding an omega. Not a lot of packs come into the program just wanting to help with heats. And because you have requested that the pack you pick is exclusive to you and your heats, that limits our options on casual packs.”
I let out a frustrated sigh. “This blows,” I huff.
She chuckles. “I’m sorry, dear. We try hard to make sure every omega gets their needs met in ways they are more comfortable with. But don’t worry, we still have some packs for you to meet with. How about we cancel your meeting with today’s pack, then give me until tomorrow to look through some last-minute applications I received on my desk? Hopefully, one of them will match more of your requirements.”
“Alright.”
I leave her office frustrated and disappointed. My heat is in three weeks. And while I don’t care about getting to know the pack I pick extremely well, I do hope to at least be comfortable around them before I’m put into such a vulnerable situation.
The next morning, I get a phone call from the dean, letting me know she’s set me up with a pack that she has high hopes for. As for me, I’m not letting myself get too excited because so far, I’ve been nothing but disappointed.
Am I asking for too much? I know it’s in an alpha’s DNA to love, care for, and pleasure an omega, and not a lot of alphas like to let go of an omega after they grow fond of them. Alphas are very territorial and possessive creatures. I don’t want to be owned, to be controlled by an alpha. I want to be my own person. To live my life how I choose to. It’s the main reason why I want a temp pack, no strings attached.
The whole time during my Friday morning classes, I’m filled with dread that this meeting is going to be another let down meeting.
Once lunch hits, I slip into the bathroom, add a layer of lip gloss, and touch up my mascara. I dressed up a little bit today, hoping it added some good vibes.
I pat down my pink bohemian dress, fix the flowers in my long braid, and head out to meet Beth.
“How do I look?” I ask Beth. “You think the pack I meet with will only want to fuck me and not ask me to pop out a million and one babies?”
Her eyes go wide and she swallows hard, her face turning a bright shade of red. “I’m just messing with you,” I laugh, patting her on the arm.
She lets out a breath. “You look lovely.”
I’ll take it.
As I always do, I talk Beth’s ear off the whole way to the café. She’s sweet enough to answer my questions as if she’s interested in what I’m talking about.
When we get inside the room, Beth tells me she’s going to wait against the wall with all the other beta guards, but will be watching me if I need her. I thank her and take a step toward the side of the room where the meetings are held. Looking at the email Dean Benson sent me, I see that I’m meeting with Pack Monroe at table four.
Glancing up, I look for the table number. When I find it in the very back corner of the room, my eyes travel up to see if anyone is sitting there.
People are sitting there alright. Three to be exact.
My whole body heats as my heart starts to race just a little bit faster. Black fluffy hair catches my eye first. Nash. He’s sitting there at the table in all his black glory. Next to him on his left is a guy. That must be Ledger, the boyfriend Nash had mentioned. He looks to be a bit bigger in build than Nash with shaggy blond hair and a handsome smile. He’s cute. Really cute. He’s talking to Nash, laughing about something. Fuck, his smile, I could get lost in that.
I feel eyes on me, and mine flick around looking for whoever is staring. When I find them and our gazes meet, my belly swoops. This is Aubrey, their girlfriend. Holy hell, she’s fucking gorgeous. Her long red hair flows down over her shoulders in loose curls. I find myself wondering what it would be like to grab a handful of it while I hold her head between my legs as she devours my pussy.
A whimper threatens to escape me but I swallow it down, not wanting to gain any attention from the alphas around me.
She’s watching me, and I’m starting to freak out. What if she doesn’t like me?
Relax Willow, you haven’t even sat down at their table, and you're already assuming the worst.
Somehow, I make my feet work and head over to the table, holding Aubrey’s stare the whole time. Every step closer, I feel my heart pounding faster and faster in my chest.
“Hi,” I whisper, biting my lower lip and wishing for the best. “I’m Willow.”
