“Sir,” she snaps and my alpha growls. She only scoffs at me, knowing I can't do anything to her.
Not in the moment at least.
“Please, this is between Esper Malent and White Pine Crest—”
“Fuck this shit,” I turn, dragging Esper with me a bit as I reach for a bag under her bed and start packing her blankets in it. I’m not sure what she needs, but I can’t listen to this absolute fucking bullshit.
“Esper, maybe it's best if you try just being an omega. You have a Pack it seems anyways.” The grimace she wears is damning.
Oh, I am so fucking done.
“Cut the discriminating bullshit. We’ll be out of your dorm as expeditiously as possible,” I snap, finally indulging my alpha and slamming the door in their faces. A ping from Esper’s phone draws her from the shock.
“I just got the email.” Her voice is gone, hollow.
Fuck. I have to fix this.
“Let’s pack for a night. I’ll… talk to the dean, the provost—hell, I’ll fucking talk to the news station if I have to. This is so fucking stupid.” I pause, only because my hands don’t know what to grab next. “What do you need?”
“I don’t… I don't know."
She’s freezing on me. I should have shut the door on those two earlier. That last comment was completely unnecessary.
My eyes meet Esper’s wide ones. I have to decide. Taking a deep breath, I think for a moment. Her room, her nest… she's being kicked out of her nest.
Goddamn.
“Let me see your phone.”
She hands it to me with shaky hands, and I read over the official letter attached to the email from the dormitory office.
Due to multiple complaints and violations, Esper Malent has been removed from White Pine Crest University omega dormitory, effective immediately. The student has three days to remove all belongings.
“We’ll wait actually,” I decide. This is hers. I can’t tear her away from this. I tug her by her wrist and pull her into my chest, hugging the ever-living hell out of my poor omega. “We’ll figure this out.”
“Who would complain about me? I didn’t think we were ever loud or anything?”
“No idea, Omega,” I mutter. “I’ll find out though.”
I settle us back on the bed, abandoning the bag under her desk. I tuck her head onto my chest and open her ASMR playlist on my computer so she can watch it on a bigger screen. She trembles against me. I pull up two blankets, one a faux gray fur and the other a pink fluffy one. I wrap them around her firmly, hoping that the cozy swaddle will help her settle. She has no reaction, and I can feel my instincts telling me to stop, but I want to keep going, keep adjusting.
Eventually, she touches my arm and I still, sighing as I let my body relax, hoping she will follow suit.
The one good thing: If anyone was equipped to figure out what the fuck was going on, her Pack is. That’s for damn sure.
Esper couldn’t settle in her nest anymore. She just kept shifting, and shifting turned to pacing. Pacing turned to her stepping out of the room and once she did, only then did she visibly relax.
It was time to leave.
I helped her pack two bags. One with blankets, and one with clothes and toiletries. My bike wasn’t going to carry these bags though, so I called Red and told him to come with a car.
Being back at the MC Plaza feels like a breath of fresh air, despite the circumstances. Red acts as our driver and hasn’t asked any questions, though I know he was bursting to ask. He tries to be his normal self around Esper who has yet to crack a smile or do anything more than blink since we left.
I lead them to my apartment. It’s simple, plain furniture and the bare minimum, but at least it’s clean. It’ll tide us over until we find our next step. Because my simple apartment, small as it is, won’t make a good nest. Esper hovers near the couch while I set her bags down by the bed. She stares around the room, and for the first time, I’m self-conscious about the blandness of the space.
“I don't have much,” I say and her eyes flash to mine. A smile finally graces her lips.
“You have enough.” Walking past the couch, she picks up the single coaster on the table. “You actually use it?”