Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 501

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-”

Lena, that you have been pursuing a

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

offense,” Slate said smugly, turning his eyes

Professor Tamlin, not in the slightest. In fact, I’ve been trying to avoid him at all costs. He shows up at

quiet. I snapped my mouth shut, breathing heavily through my nose as I glanced

but Assistant Dean

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

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 it,

I had thrown his accusation back in his face by telling the truth,

last parting look of marked disapproval

hard, looking up at Assistant

as he closed

Tamlin was there. Her boyfriend didn’t know he was a professor at our school… and I didn’t know he was going to be there. It was a double 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, he continued to bother me. He has recently started showing

my lower lip, looking

the first-year building. He is under the impression we’re mates. We aren’t. I’m not

assistant Dean Redmon said as he ran

allowed to work on campus,

blood. Slate Tamlin has been a problem for years, but this is the first time

you do about it?” I tried to hide the desperation in my voice, but

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

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

back two entire years. I’d have to complete the University of Mirage’s required undergraduate courses before I could even begin whatever courses they require in

now. I rose from my chair again, ready to

have one final, that’s it. Then my field study. I put in for Red Lakes; I’d be gone for six weeks. I wouldn’t need to come back to campus

be Slate Tamlin who starts it-we’ll have no choice

at the word expulsion, and Assistant Dean Redmon noticed. He let out his breath and

speak to your professor and have the final set up for tomorrow,

I exclaimed, absolutely beside myself with excitement. But my excitement was quickly turned to dread as

most prestigious students, those who’ve earned it, with clean records. This

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