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I don’t know what this means, but I guess I’ll find out. I just hope they can see me as more than a student.
If they can’t, this won’t work out.
I won’t have a pack.
I’ll face a life of rejection.
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Scarlett
Pack Hart
HourspassasIstare at my phone, trying to decide if I want to reach out to my sisters or wait for my mom to share the news. I don’t know if I can fake happiness right now, because all I feel is nervous.
“Miss Scarlett? I’m sorry to bother you so late. Misters Hart wanted you to get your belongings immediately. There will be more to come, but a small bag was delivered already. I’ll just leave it at the door.” The masculine voice cuts off with a double knock on the door.
I hop to my feet and rush to the door, hoping to catch who it is. The figure turns a corner and disappears too quickly for me to get a good glimpse of, and I assume it’s one of the off-duty staff members. If it were one of my alphas, he would have stayed. At least, I hope.
Looking down, I spot my backpack with some clothing sticking out from the half-zipped pocket. It looks as if the RA just grabbed whatever she saw in my dirty hamper and stuffed it inside.
Great. This is humiliating.
My phone chimes with the familiar ringtone that belongs to my best friend Emma, and I snap up my backpack and close the door, turning the lock. I don’t know why I do it, but it is what it is. I’m not sure if I’m quite ready to face the world anymore tonight, even though Adrian said he would return to me as soon as he could. At this rate, I think it’ll be morning.
Psycho: When were you going to tell me you were engaged? What the fuck, Scarlett? I had to hear about it from my pack. My mom said your mom arranged everything weeks ago. I had no idea.
I sigh and click on Emma’s contact, opening up a video chat. It’s in this moment that I wish she lived closer and not in a different state completely. She’s been my best friend all through Omega Prep, and we graduated together. She has always helped talk me down when other omegas were scooped up, and I wasn’t. But then she fell in love with some criminals and ran. I wouldn’t have stopped her. She was so happy. Her psycho ass found a pack just as adventurous and exciting as she has always been. And to her pack, money is money, regardless of where it came from. A match made in illegal matrimony.
I could use a good shake and a hug from Emma now. Arizona is over six hours away, though, and if I want to see her, I’ll have to jump through hoops. She has made it so she’s not easily accessible to anyone, and I can’t blame her. Not when the law wants her pack.
I straighten my shoulders and wait until Emma’s pretty face pops into view, and she narrows her eyes at me.
“Please don’t be mad at me. I only found out that my bitch mom accepted a proposal on my behalf today. She threw it on me as if it was some kind of present.” I hang my head, cradling my phone. “It’s a mess. There was an error on my paperwork, and the pack who asked for me thought I was older. I’m not sure this is going to work out. They are...mature.” I don’t want to say that Adrian is old, because he’s not really; he’s just older than me. By over two decades, according to his information.
“Mature? Do you mean you got yourself Pack Grandpa? Shit, Scarlett. Do their cocks even work?” Emma raises an eyebrow and shifts to look over her shoulder at one of her alphas. I can’t see them with how dark her room is, but one of them mumbles something that makes her laugh.
I grab the top sheet of paper from my stack and turn the phone toward it, showing her Adrian’s formal portrait. “Not exactly.”
I turn the phone back to me and remain expressionless, watching as Emma’s expression changes and her lips tilt downward.
“Damn, hello Daddy Adrian. I didn’t realize I’d think an old guy was attractive, but you got lucky Scarlett. He’s hot. Looks a bit prudish, yet I don’t think it’s a bad thing for you, Scar.” Emma smirks at me, once again peeking behind her as if she thrives on teasing her alphas for the reaction. She gets one in the form of a growl.
“It’s completely bad. They picked me thinking that I was experienced.” I comb my fingers through my dark auburn-brown hair. “I don’t know what to do. I want them to like me. You know what will happen if they change their minds. I...I can’t handle that.”
“It’s not like you’re a virgin, beta banger. You’ll be fine. Just take the damn D. I’m sure it’ll be fun.” Emma wags her eyebrows and brings the phone closer to her mouth until all I see are her lips. “I’ll send you some educational videos. Watch them. You don’t have to be a participant to learn a thing or two. Just breathe, Scarlett. I can tell how worried you are, and it’s going to be okay. I promise. You’ve talked about this forever.”
I wish I could squeeze the hell out of Emma right now. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her and smelled her apple scent. She might not understand what it’s like to be me, but she’s here for me and helps me in her own way, which I appreciate.
“Give it a day or two, and if you need rescuing, you know who to call. I know people.” Emma blows me a kiss. “And if you need different advice, call Violet. I’m sure she has some suggestions that don’t include cum showers. Way better ones than if you called your mom, too. I can’t believe she blindsided you like this. I wish there was something I could do to get her back.”
I smile and shake my head. “Just being my best friend gets her back. I miss you, Emma. Maybe you can come visit sometime.”
She blows me another kiss. “Definitely. Text me if you need anything. I have to go. Love you, Scar.”
“Love you, too.” I rapidly blink a few times, pushing my emotions away as I click off the line and turn toward my backpack sitting on the floor.
I lift it onto the bed and dump it out, staring at the pile of dirty clothes along with a couple dresses from my closet. No underwear or socks. No jeans. Just random shit that doesn’t match or remotely go together, which means I’ll be wearing a dress to class—I mean, wearing a dress tomorrow. My university days are over.
