Omegaverse: The Alpha X’s Prey

Chapter 53 - M

"What the heck Donovan?" Easton hissed once they were out of earshot.

"Please just play along." Donovan unwrapped his snake-like death grip from Easton. He tiredly rubbed his eyes as though he had a migraine. "I'll explain later."

"Ok." Easton couldn't bring himself to interrogate a

"Alright. Off to the Par..."

"Donovan, we meet again."

Easton's head shot up. Who is he...?

~Principle's Office~

"Apologies for the late arrival, I encountered a mishap along the way." Mrs. Rufus awkwardly gestured to the coffee stain on her clothes.

"Well better late than never." Came the jolly voice of the principle. Everything about this man could be perfectly described in a single word: jolly. As a matter of fact his campus nickname is St. Nick. "Well I presume this is Ceric?"

Navo stiffened in his seat at the mention of his brother's name. "I came in my brother's stead."

"Well aren't you a gentleman?"

Navo gritted his teeth in annoyance. Of course he would be treated like a child in this pajama garb.

What? Onesies are C-O-Z-Y!

"I am a 22 year old ȧduŀt."

"Yes yes of course you are." St. Nick nodded his head indulgently, as though playing along with a child's whimsical imagination.

"Well, all that's left is for him to be introduced to his classmates." Mrs. Rufus smiled at Navo with hidden meaning.

>Don't forget why you're here<

Navo only gave a nod and a smile. Inside his pocket his nimble fingers tweedled with the USB.

"Right right." St. Nick got up and gestured towards the door. "This way please. As a matter of fact, I am due for an appearance to boost student morale."

Navo abruptly left the room, irritated as can be.

Mrs. Rufus paused before leaving the room, her talons delicately placed on St. Nick's arm. "Please do remember that he is... special."

"I understand and thank you for funding our special need's program."

"Of course," Mrs. Rufus smiled. "We are very charitable."

"Maverick." Donovan's voice was bland and devoid of all emotion.

"Oh is that the way to treat your...friend?" Maverick didn't seem to mind Donovan's rudeness. His eyes were locked on Easton, just as the latter's were locked on his own amber orbs.

<You'll regret this Maverick>

"Why don't you introduce your little companion to me? It's only manners after all." Maverick gracefully said. Every pore of his oozed elegance.

Easton was frozen. He couldn't tear his eyes away from this god-like creature. The moment he laid eyes on him, it was as though time had stopped. The very aroma originated from this man.