Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 501

Chapter 3: I’m Being Expelled?

*Lena*

The dean’s office was located on the edge of campus, situated on the shore of the massive lake that separated the small city of Morhan from the sprawling metropolis of Breles. I could see the water from where I sat. The deep blue water was glistening beyond the ceiling-height windows in the dean’s office, blocked by the figure of Assistant Dean Redmon, who was seated behind the dean’s desk.

“Dean Weatherford couldn’t be here today,” Assistant Dean Redmon murmured, flipping a page of the file he was holding-my file. I could see my name printed at the top.

“Why am I here?” I asked, stifling the tremble in my voice. I’d never been in trouble at school before, not once in my entire life.

The assistant dean glanced up at me, his eyes fixated on mine for a moment. He was an older man, slight of build with short, wispy Slate hair. But his eyes, a strange sea- green color, were kind, which I was thankful for. He looked somewhat sorry for me as he glanced down at his watch and then turned his focus toward the door.

“There was a report of misconduct between you and an adjunct professor.”

I knew it. I’d had a glimmer of hope that whoever had made the report had made it against Slate, and I was only here to corroborate it and give my side of the story.

But to my horror, Slate walked through the door, looking as smug as could be. He leaned against the wall, facing me with a smirk on his face. Assistant Dean Redmon looked him up and down before sighing heavily and turning his attention to my file once more.

“Morhan College’s code of ethics firmly states that students and professors are strictly forbidden from entering into any kind of intimate relationship. You signed the code of ethics, Lena, so I’m not going to ask you if you’re familiar-”

“I know,” I said firmly, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.

“Slate Tamlin reported to Dean Weatherford that you have made several advances toward him over the last quarter, including waiting outside the first-year building for his classes to dismiss, if this is correct?”

I almost choked. I looked from Assistant Dean Redmon to Slate.

“I’m sorry, what?“

“Professor Tamlin,” Slate corrected, looking down at his manicured fingernails. “It’s professor-”

you have been pursuing a romantic

to you privately, Dean Redmon, please?” My voice was shaking, but at the moment I didn’t care. Slate looked entirely pleased

an expellable offense,” Slate said smugly, turning his eyes back on me. ‘Isn’t it,

please,” I said as I rose from my chair. “I haven’t been trying to pursue a relationship with Professor Tamlin, not in the slightest. In fact,

quiet. I snapped my mouth shut, breathing heavily through my nose as I glanced over at Slate. He looked somewhat nervous

began, but Assistant

to speak to her alone.” It wasn’t a question, and I could see the look of surprise, and

expected Assistant Dean Redmon to want to speak to me alone. He’d probably asked to be here, and because he was Dean Weatherford’s nephew and didn’t let anyone forget

back in his face by

the room, giving one last parting look of marked disapproval before slamming the door on his

hard, looking up

Tamlin?” he asked, sighing as he closed my file. He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his

when I came back to campus, he continued to bother me. He has recently started showing up at the apartment I share with my roommates, throwing pebbles at my window at all hours of the night. I have

along my lower lip, looking down

today,” I continued, “he stopped me outside of the first-year building. He is under the impression we’re mates. We aren’t. I’m not twenty-one yet, but I know he is

ran his hand over his face, pinching the bridge

on campus, then?” I stammered, shocked

bad press, and it’s easier to dismiss the student than it is to put the blame on his own flesh and blood. Slate

you do about it?” I tried to hide

inside of his cheek as he looked down at my file, shaking his head in defeat. “The dean has already put in for your credits to transfer to the University of Mirage. You’d start fresh

in my eyes. “I can’t transfer! I’m supposed to graduate in December. I have my last final next week. The botany program in Mirage is not-not even close to

they require in their

now. I rose from my chair again,

I’d be gone for six weeks. I wouldn’t

Once the rumor mill starts-and trust me, it will, and it will likely be Slate Tamlin who starts it-we’ll have no choice but to place the blame on someone, and that someone is you. But,” he said, pausing as he exhaled, ‘there may be one way we can rectify this situation without a transfer, or

word expulsion, and Assistant Dean Redmon noticed. He let out his breath and rose from his chair, moving toward the

and have the final set up for tomorrow, or Friday, whichever is more

early?” I exclaimed, absolutely beside myself with excitement. But my excitement was quickly turned to dread as he turned from the window,

only take the most prestigious students, those who’ve earned it, with clean records. This matter with Slate Tamlin eliminates you from the program,