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-”

that you have

my chair hard enough to turn my knuckles white. “Whatever Professor Tamlin told you is not even close to the truth. I’d like to talk to you privately, Dean Redmon, please?” My voice was shaking, but at the moment I didn’t care. Slate looked entirely pleased with himself. He chuckled lightly

said smugly, turning his eyes back on me. ‘Isn’t

my chair. “I haven’t been trying to pursue a relationship with Professor Tamlin, not in the slightest. In fact, I’ve been trying to avoid him at all costs. He shows up

shut, breathing heavily through my nose as I glanced over at Slate. He looked somewhat nervous as he waited for

uncle said-” Slate began, but Assistant Dean Redmon waved his

a different time about the accusations brought forth against you, Professor Tamlin. For now, I’d like to speak to her alone.” It wasn’t a question, and I could

here, and because he was Dean Weatherford’s nephew and

had thrown his accusation back in his face by

of marked disapproval before slamming the door on

looking up

asked, sighing as he closed my file. He leaned back in his

date. I can admit that. But it was a blind date, I wasn’t interested in taking things further. I denied any advances he made toward me during that weekend, which was over the summer break, and… when I came back to campus,

my lower lip, looking down at my

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 not my mate, and won’t be when I come of age, but

Redmon said as he ran his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his

on campus,

his own flesh and blood. Slate Tamlin has been a problem for years, but this is the first time he’s come

to hide the

in defeat. “The dean has already put in for your credits to transfer to the University of Mirage. You’d start fresh

the tears begin to well in my eyes. “I can’t transfer! I’m supposed to graduate in December. I have my

to complete the University of Mirage’s required undergraduate courses before I could even begin whatever courses they require in their botany program that were different from Morhan’s curriculum. The school I was attending now was specialized and so different from the

from my chair again, ready

be gone for six weeks. I wouldn’t need to come back to campus again after that, Assistant Dean Redmon. Please, there has to

do. But Dean Weatherford doesn’t do bad press, regardless of whose fault it is. 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.

Dean Redmon noticed. He let out his breath and rose from

I’ll speak to your professor and have the final set up for tomorrow, or Friday, whichever is more convenient. Your GPA alone grants you a

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

camp is honor based, I’m afraid. They only take the most prestigious students, those