Page 78 of Vicious Kings
"Thinking about Prince Corvinus?" Her tone is teasing, but there's an edge underneath. She still hasn't forgiven me for turning down what she considers the opportunity of a lifetime.
Every other omega on campus hates me for earning the prince's attention.Shehates me for refusing it. Figures.
"Something like that." I head for the door before she can press further.
The walk to Omega Biology is a blur of whispers and stares. Word has spread about yesterday's combat demonstration, about me breaking the prince's nose in front of twenty witnesses. Some omegas look impressed. Most look horrified. All of themare talking. But at least I finally have a break from Corvinus and the rest of his triad.
I push through the classroom door, already dreading another ninety minutes of discussing my reproductive system like it's public property, and freeze.
He's here.
Prince Corvinus is sitting in the front row, looking completely out of place among the sea of pastels and pheromone perfume. He's wearing the university uniform, but on him it looks like it was custom-tailored. His white hair catches the morning light streaming through the windows, making him look like some kind of celestial being that wandered into the wrong dimension instead of the power hungry species that invaded mine.
And he's smiling.
That knowing, infuriating smile that makes me want to punch him in his perfect face.
Again.
Every omega in the room stares at him like he's a dream come to life. Isabella, sitting in her usual front-row seat, looks like she's about to spontaneously combust. Her perfect composure cracks just enough for me to see the fury burning underneath.
Yeah, she fucking hates me alright.
The only empty seat is next to him.
Of course it is.
I make my way down the aisle, feeling every eye track my movement. The whispers start immediately.
"Why ishehere?"
"Do you think he's?—"
"Withher?"
"No way."
"This is unprecedented."
I drop into the seat beside Corvinus, keeping my expression neutral even though I want to strangle him with my bare hands. He turns to me, his eyes glittering with amusement.
"Good morning, Billie."
"I think I liked it better when you called me Ms. Moreau."
He flashes me a dazzling grin. "We're on a first-name basis now, aren't we? Sleep well?"
"Like the dead." I pull out my notebook with more force than necessary as I try to tune out the whispers and pretend I don't notice the envying stares. Good thing looks can't actually kill, or I'd be screwed. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Attending class. Same as you."
"This is Omega Biology." I gesture around the room at all the other omegas who look like they're trying to figure out if they should be jealous or concerned. "You know,for omegas?"
"Is it?" He tilts his head in false innocence. "I hadn't noticed."
"You're not even trying to be subtle."
"Why would I?" He leans back in his chair, completely at ease despite being the only alpha in a room full of omegas. "I find the subject matter fascinating."
