Page 10 of The Omega's Savior

JAX

God, my fated mate is gorgeous. And her eyes. God, her eyes.

Her deep green eyes captivated me from the first moment she opened them. I’ve only left her bedside once when Brandon dragged me back to my place to get changed and take a shower. I just couldn’t leave her, especially when we had no clue who she was.

We couldn’t identify her because there were no missing persons reports for anyone of her description.

That combined with the fact that the guard mentions she was sold directly to that trafficking ring screams that she was sold by someone close to her.

Fuck, I didn’t even get her name. I need to do that.

“Hey there,” I say, smiling at the nurse at the nurses’ station. “The patient in room 312 that I’ve been watching over wants to be discharged early.”

The beta smiles back at me. “I’m sorry sir, but the doctor has recommended she stay for extra observation.”

“Ah, yeah, but she’s pretty insistent. I’d really appreciate it if you could help with the paperwork,” I say, toning up my alpha dominance a bit more.

I see her shoulders relax a tiny fraction and know she’ll agree. “Oh, it should be fine as long as she signs the waivers.”

“Awesome,” I say with a smile glancing at her nametag. “Thank you, Nancy, I appreciate it.”

Alpha dominance is the backbone of how alphas can say a command with their bark and make less dominant omegas do what they want. For more dominant alphas, they can even make other betas and even some alphas do what they say.

But that kind of use of alpha dominance isn’t my style. I like to be a bit more charming. I’ve found if you mix some alpha dominance with a well-timed smile, especially on a beta who’s less sensitive to the actual feel of dominance in the air, you can get a lot of people to do what you want without them even knowing what you’re doing.

I wait at the door to her room for the Doctor. He raises an eyebrow at me as he sees me in the hallway.

“Hey doc, just the person I wanted to see,” I say, flashing him a smile.

He doesn’t return it. He seemed like the kinda guy to be a bummer.

“Excuse me, Mr. Henderson,” The doctor says, his steps clipped. “What is this I hear about you asking to discharge my patient?”

“Well, it’s not really me wanting to discharge her, but she certainly wants to be discharged.”

“She’s awake?”

“She is,” I say with a nod. “And when she demands to be discharged and you hear she’s saying exactly what I’m saying, just know I’m also willing to do anything to make it happen. I can make sure she’s safe and looked after and all that jazz.”

“Under what authority?”

“I’m her fated mate.”

“Very well,” He sighs, pursing his lips. He grabs the clipboard attached to the side of her room before opening the door.

“Hello there, miss, I’m Dr. White,” He says to my omega.

“I’d like to be discharged right away, Dr. White,” she says, immediately, not even giving the doc to say anything.

“Well, miss, I really wouldn’t recommend that. You came in with some pretty intense wounds and we’d like to keep you for observation.”

“Well, Doctor,” she says, her voice slow. “I appreciate the recommendation, but I would like to get discharged. I’m ready and willing to sign any and all paperwork.”

“It’ll be a lot of paperwork since you’re still a Jane Doe in our system,” The doctor says, almost like he’s grasping at straws here.

“My name is Olivia Miller. I’m twenty-six years old, five-two and a hundred and twenty pounds,” She says.

Olivia. I like it. Now I finally know her name.

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