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 massiveke 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 nced up at me, his eyes fixated on mine for a moment. He was an older man,
slight of build with short, wispy te hair. But his eyes, a strange sea- green color, were kind, which I
was thankful for. He looked somewhat sorry for me as he nced 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 te, and I
was only here to corroborate it and give my side of the story.
But to my horror, te 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 rtionship. 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.
“te 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 sses to dismiss, if this is correct?”
I almost choked. I looked from Assistant Dean Redmon to te.
“I’m sorry, what?“
“Professor Tamlin,” te corrected, looking down at his manicured fingernails. “It’s professor-”
“Is it true, Lena, that you have been pursuing a romantic rtionship with-”
“No!” I eximed, gripping the armrests of 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. te looked entirely pleased with
himself. He chuckled lightly as he rolled his eyes, looking at Redmon.
“It’s an expeble offense,” te said smugly, turning his eyes back on me. ‘Isn’t it, Lena?”
“Dean Redmon, please,” I said as I rose from my chair. “I haven’t been trying to pursue a rtionship
with Professor Tamlin, not in the slightest. In fact, I’ve been trying to avoid him at all costs. He shows
up at my apartment-”
Assistant Dean Redmon raised his hand, demanding quiet. I snapped my mouth shut, breathing heavily
through my nose as I nced over at te. He looked somewhat nervous as he waited for Assistant
Dean Redmon to speak.
“My uncle said-” te began, but Assistant Dean Redmon waved his hand in dismissal.
“Your uncle can counsel you at a different time about the usations brought forth against you,
Professor Tamlin. For now, I’d like to speak to her alone.” It wasn’t a question, and I could see the look
of surprise, and anxiety, sh across his face.
te hadn’t 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 it, his request
was quickly granted.
But I had thrown his usation back in his face by telling the truth, and Assistant Dead Redmon
couldn’t ignore that.
te left the room, giving onest parting look of marked disapproval before mming the door on his
way out.
I swallowed hard, looking up at Assistant Dean Redmon expectantly.
“What exactly happened between you and Professor Tamlin?” he asked, sighing as he closed my file.
He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.
“A friend, and her boyfriend, invited me to go to dinner with them in Breles and Professor 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 up at the apartment I share with my roommates, throwing pebbles at my window at all
hours of the night. I have to walk by the first-year building on my way to the greenhouses, and he waits
until I walk by, trying to talk to me. I try to n it so… so he’s still in ss when I walk by, but it doesn’t
always work.”
I ran my tongue along my lower lip, looking down at myp.
“Earlier 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 not my mate, and won’t be
when Ie of age, but he is insistent-‘
“This isn’t the first time he’s done something like this,” assistant Dean Redmon said as he ran his hand
over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose as he gathered his thoughts.
“How is he still allowed to work on campus, then?” I stammered, shocked by the assistant dean’s
admission.
Redmon shrugged, shaking his head. “His uncle-Weatherford-doesn’t want bad press, and it’s easier to
dismiss the student than it is to put the me on his own flesh and blood. te Tamlin has been a
problem for years, but this is the first time he’se forward with usations against a student, rather
than it being the other way around.”
“What can you do about it?” I tried to hide the desperation in my voice, but failed.
Redmon bit the 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 January-”
“Transfer!” I eximed, feeling the tears begin to well in my eyes. “I can’t transfer! I’m supposed to
graduate in December. I have myst final next week. The botany program in Mirage is not-not even
close to Morhan’s!”
A transfer would set me back two entire years. I’d have toplete 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 one in Mirage.
I was panicking now. I rose from my chair again, ready to get on my knees and beg.
“I 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 toe back to campus again after that, Assistant Dean Redmon. Please, there has to
be something you can do besides transferring me!”
“I empathize with you, Lena. Truly, I 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 te Tamlin who
starts it-we’ll have no choice but to ce the me 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
expulsion.”
I winced at the word expulsion, and Assistant Dean Redmon noticed. He let out his breath and rose
from his chair, moving toward the window.
“You have one more final, next week. 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 ce at the Red Lakes
Research Camp-”
“You can send me early?” I eximed, absolutely beside myself with excitement. But my excitement
was quickly turned to dread as he turned from the window, shaking his head.
“The university’s rtionship with the research camp is honor based, I’m afraid. They only take the
most prestigious students, those who’ve earned it, with clean records. This matter with te Tamlin
eliminates you from the program, I’m afraid.”
“But it’s not my fault,” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat as tears began to well in my eyes.
Everything I had worked for during my years at Morhan evaporated before my eyes as my life seemed
to splinter, then shatter around my feet.
“If I were the dean, te would be held ountable,” he said with conviction, looking me straight in the
eye so I knew he was serious. “But I am not. Dean Weatherford ideally waves expulsion around like a
cure-all, but in your case, he knows it’ll do more harm than good-‘
“Because I could share my side of the story, too, and make his nephew look bad,” I noted.
“You hail from one of the most prominent areas in the west, and Dean Weatherford can’t ignore that,
that is certain. He won’t want anyone from that area speaking poorly of the school. However, he can
punish you in another way, Lena. And that was where the idea of transferring you to Mirage came from.
But, we just received a request from a small farm in western Finaldi, outside of town called Crimson
Creek. They grow valerian and wolfsbane, as well as a few other medicinal nts so vital to our
hospitals. The farm is looking for help with the harvest, as it wasn’t very sessful this year-a mass
die-off of several fields of herbs, from what we’ve been told. But they werete with their request, and
all of our senior students have already put in for other research camps-‘
“So if I don’t want to transfer… I have to go to Crimson Creek?”
“Yes, Lena. If you want to graduate this December, you’ll do your field study in Crimson Creek. You’ll
have your report to do at the end of the six weeks, but other than your final, you’ll be done at Morhan.”
I leaned back in my chair, looking up at the assistant dean with tears in my eyes. I had heard of
Crimson Creek, and I knew it was a creepy little vige no one wanted to go to. This program seemed
awful….
“I don’t think this is fair, Lena. But this is the best I can do.”
“Thank you,” I said, meaning it. Had Dean Weatherford been there, I would’ve been on a boat to
Mirage the next day. It might not be ideal, but at least it wasn’t expulsion or Mirage.
Assistant Dean Redmon patted my hand before he rounded his desk and sat down, pulling a thin file
out of a drawer and cing it on the edge of his desk. ‘For you to take with you. It’s everything we
know about the farm in Crimson Creek.’
I grabbed the file and opened it, finding a single sheet of paper with the crops they farmed listed, and
nothing else. Flipping it over, I saw a photograph of a farmhouse. It looked old and dpidated. I could
see now why everyone said this ce was creepy.
“This is it?” I said, unimpressed.
“That is it. But with your skills, I’m sure the students who go to Crimson Creek next year will have a lot
more to work with, don’t you think?”
I slid the file into my backpack, sniffling as I rose from the chair. I gave him a weak smile, letting a few
tears roll down my cheeks before I wiped them away.
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“You never have to see te Tamlin again, alright? I will see to it personally that he leaves you alone,”
he said, rising to escort me out of the room.
I nodded, knowing that would be a lost cause. Chances were high that te was waiting for me outside
of the administrative offices right then, waiting to rub it all in my face.
He was probably hoping for an expulsion so he could pursue me without repercussions.
But as I walked out of the building and down the neat pathway leading to the studentmons, the
first person I saw wasn’t te.