Page 15 of Knot Your Basic B*tch
He was looking at me with his too handsome face, like he wanted to dig his claws into me and hook me deeper, until I couldn’t escape him.
Yeah… about that. I didn’t have time to deal with guys with those kinds of issues. I was nobody’s therapist.
This wasn’t like one of the trashy romance novels I loved to read whenever I could find the time. There was no way that little old me could get involved with someone with serious issues and maladaptive behaviors. I was trying to get my little old degree so that I could go on to work in a respectable office setting. I didn’t have the professional tools and the fancy psychology Doctorate to deal with him.
“Hey there, Gorgeous.” The voice was way too familiar, despite the fact I’d only heard it once before.
The deep and sultry scent of chocolate hung heavy in the air, as if I was dropped headfirst into a candy store, as my scent match strolled over to my table.
The same smile remained on Emmanuel’s face, but now that I recognized him for what he was, it seemed almost stretched thin, with all the warmth sucked out of it.
“The two of us are having a private conversation.”Emmanuel said in a confident tone that left no room for argument.
Except that I’d had enough of hanging around alphas with questionable mental statuses and wasn’t afraid of being just a little rude to get the fuck out.
“Hey, yourself,” I put a little more warmth into my greeting than I actually felt. Definitely more affection, attention and effort than I’d put into Emmanuel at any point. At this point, fuck it. He didn’t deserve it.
Emmanuel didn’t like that I was paying another alpha attention. He completely turned his back on me, as his aura pierced the air, with an energy that was crackling and unstable. “I said, we’re having a private conversation.”
Fuck. This.
This was getting way too dramatic. I was just here doing a favor, interviewing all these dramatic ass alphas. I did not ask for them to start getting all testy and belligerent, right in front of my poor half-eaten sandwich.
“Did you still want my help with that professor?” The playful tone in Kain’s voice was gone. There was no professor I needed help with. My academic situation was rock solid. But I knew exactly what Kain was really asking: Was this guy bothering you? Do you want my help?
“That sounds great. I have him next period.” I grabbed my tray, swiftly rising to my feet and away from the table before Emmanuel even realized what was going on. I was going to get the hell out of this conversation, and far from Emmanuel.
“This isn’t over,” Emmanuel hissed.
With that comment, I did roll my eyes. Whatever he needed to say in order to make him feel better about this situation. Did he think that I was going to become his omega because he got angry and glared at me? Did I look desperate or something?
No, I’d had quite enough from Emmanuel.
I had places to go. Mainly to my class. Brothers to kill… even if it broke the horny hearts of every single alpha lingering around the Institute. Like seriously, Titus was really asking too much of me. I had a lesson starting in fifteen minutes and I needed to leave now in order to get a seat in the front and center of class. I was not going to let any alpha-hole mess up the solid academic impression I was steadily making on all my teachers.
The last thing I needed was all this male attention right now. There was so much testosterone in the air that it was probably poison at this point, lowering my IQ with every breath I took.
I scarfed down the rest of my sandwich, even though it was way too delicious for that hasty goodbye, and dropped my tray unceremoniously on top of the trash cans furthest from Emmanuel. I let Kain place a hand at the small of my back, helping to hustle me out of the cafeteria area.
I sighed.
It really was too much for these alphas with anger issues to handle when an omega stopped paying attention to them for a few minutes. Did Emmanuel think that omegas were born specifically to worship his stupid little handsome face or something?
Today was turning into too much, and it was barely past noon.
Who would have thought that I would have to add “eat my sandwich” to my Red Flag checklist?
CHAPTER 9
CHLOE
“I only letyou rescue me because that guy is something else.” I muttered.
“A tough little darling like you doesn’t need rescue,” Kain agreed easily. “But that alpha was getting hostile, and there was no reason for you to have to deal with that.”
I sighed. Kain was right. I suppose I was being a little ungrateful. If it wasn’t for Kain showing up when he did, it would have been rather obnoxious to extricate myself from an alpha who was being rather clingy and unnecessarily aggressive. Or worse, I might have ended up getting to classlate.
Some alphas just couldn’t handle it when a little-bitty omega like me wasn’t basically drooling over his every word, desperately lapping up his affection. Not only that, I had apparently committed the unspeakable crime ofeatinginstead. I’m sure that if I had spoken to Emmanuel with a dazed expression of rapture, hanging on to his every word like a dumb bimbo, he wouldn’t have seen anything wrong with it. He’d probably just taken that attention as his due.