Page 13 of Dance Omega Dance

“Stay here, I’ll be right back,” he said, voice steady but carrying an edge of urgency. “Don’t move.”

The moment he disappeared into the debris of the ED, the pain in my leg seemed to surge, each second dragging on. Every breath felt too shallow; every heartbeat too fast.

But I kept my eyes on the spot where he’d disappeared, waiting for him to come back.

A few minutes later, a shadow appeared over me. Blake returned, carrying a small, battered medical bag. His eyes were focused, determined, but still... something was flickering behind them. A raw edge of fear for me, something unspoken that only an alpha could carry when his omega was in danger.

He crouched beside me again, eyes raking over the leg once more. His expression hardened. “I’m going to clean it up, but it’s going to hurt. I need you to hold still, okay?”

Nodding, I blinked away the haze of pain. I could handle it. I had to.

Blake took out gauze and saline, cleaning the wound with the utmost care and attention. The sting of the antiseptic made me gasp, and I couldn’t help but curl in on myself, fighting the urge to scream. He held my leg steady, his touch firm and comforting as he wiped away the blood and grime, revealing the damage to the surface. My entire body trembled from the pain and the adrenaline pumping through me.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart,” he said again, quieter this time, as he prepared the next step. “I’m going to numb it, and then I’ll stitch you up. You’re going to feel a sharp burn, but that’s the Lidocaine. Just breathe.”

Following his order, I forced myself to breathe, even as he injected the numbing agent around the edges of the wound. The needle slid in deep, and I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. Burning with a searing intensity, it did its job. The sharp ache of the injury was dulling just enough for me to think clearly again.

Blake’s hands were all business as he set to work stitching me up, the surgical needle moving with the precision of a man who had done this countless times. When he finally finished the last stitch, he leaned back, his hand gently brushing over the side of my face, pushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“Alright, Summer,” he said, his voice low and steady, “you’re patched up, and you’re going to be just fine.”

I felt dizzy from the pain and the aftermath of the quake, but I could barely look at him without feeling that strange pull again. The tension simmered between us, like I could taste it in the air.

“Thank you,” I whispered, though the words felt like too little.

Blake’s gaze softened ever so slightly.

“You don’t need to thank me. We’ll get you through this.” His eyes flicked toward the chaos of the emergency scene again,a flicker of determination back in his expression. “We’ll make it out of this mess together.”

I nodded, even as a tremor ran through me, not from the pain anymore, but from the proximity of this alpha. The way hesawme, the way he’dheldme through everything. Despite the world crumbling around us, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was the one thing in all of this that was real.

And maybe, just maybe, he was the one I needed more than I could admit.

I blinked up at Blake, my pulse still pounding in my ears, the adrenaline flooding my body, making me feel both alive and on edge. The earthquake's aftershocks pulsed through the city; however, the quake itself was not the sole source of my anxiety. It was the chaos, the overwhelming uncertainty of the moment, and the pressing urgency in my chest were.

“Who’swe?” I asked, my voice sharp but steady. “You said, ‘We’ll get you through this.’ Who’s we?”

Blake’s lips tugged into a smile, soft and reassuring, but his eyes still carried that calculating look, always watching, always assessing.

He turned, and my gaze followed his, landing on two more alphas standing just behind him. They were watching me, their postures poised yet relaxed, like they belonged there in the middle of the chaos.

“This is Anders King,” Blake said, his voice steady as he gestured toward the taller, more solidly built alpha. “And this is Zach Hunter.”

Anders was a striking figure, with sandy blonde hair that fell just above his eyes, warm brown ones that made him seem approachable. There was a serenity about him that instantly put me at ease; his facial expressions were gentle, as if he had a natural way of easing tension simply by being present.

Zach, on the other hand, had an energy about him that was different. Lean and athletic, his black hair tousled in that effortlessly cool way that matched his confident demeanor. His striking gray eyes twinkled with an unmistakable hint of mischief, and his movements had an easy swagger, like he owned the world around him. He was dressed casually, with clothes that were stylish but still relaxed, perfect for someone who could blend into any crowd while still radiating the undeniable aura of an alpha.

They both nodded in acknowledgment, their gazes meeting mine.

"We're members of the same pack," Blake explained.

“We’re going to help with the relief efforts around the city,” Anders said. “If you want to join us, we could use all the hands we can get.”

My heart thudded hard in my chest. Not from fear, but from something sharper.Readiness.

They were all alphas. Strong. Capable. The kind of men who moved like they’d handled chaos before and didn’t flinch at the surrounding wreckage. It should’ve intimidated me. Maybe it would’ve, once. But now? There was something solid in their presence. Assured. Steady. I didn’t feel small next to them. I felt...safe.

And then Blake turned to me, that quiet intensity tightening into concern. His brow furrowed. “You should rest Summer,” he said, voice low. “You shouldn't be moving around after the shock and your injury.”

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