#Chapter 78: An Omega’s Reputation

Ollie’s POV “Young lady,” says one of the older men in the room. A chaperone perhaps, or a professor. “You are in the wrong place. The women’s orientation is in the main building.” “Uh. Sorry,” I say and start to back out. Two young men hop to their feet. “We’ll show her the way, Doc.” “That’s not necessary,” I start to say, but it’s already too late. They bracket either side of me, one flinging his arm around my shoulder and the other with his arm around my waist. They lead me from the room and back out onto the sidewalk. The main building is in clear view, and it’s where I came from. I don’t need an escort. “I can find my own way,” I say, and try to slink away from the grasping hands of the men, but they are persistent. “Don’t be like that, honey,” one of the men says. “Jeff, she smells so good. Do all Omegas smell this good?” The first man, Jeff, replies, “Don’t hog her, Frank. Give me a smell. Don’t struggle, honey. Frank and I will treat you right. We know just