Page 6 of The Omega's Savior

I just give him a nod as I head out of the warehouse.

I ignore everyone and all the looks they’re giving me as I walk over to the captain, who’s standing by the van we came in.

“Call an ambulance,” I growl.

His eyes go wide as he sees the omega in my arms.

“What the fuck happened?”

“I found her in a cell like this, now call me a fucking ambulance.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t ask me any more questions before pulling out his phone and making the call.

“Yeah, we need an ambulance,” The captain says over the phone. He puts it on speaker and comes over to me.

“What’re her symptoms?” He asks me.

“She’s unconscious. It looks like she has a headwound. She’s breathing, but not very well,” I tell the dispatcher.

“She’s an omega, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Any signs of sexual trauma?”

My throat closes at the thought. “I don’t know,” I manage to say.

“Okay sir, we have an ambulance coming to your location now.”

I let out a sigh of relief I didn’t know I was holding.

The captain looks at me, his arms crossed over his chest after the dispatcher ends the call.

“I get that she’s a hurt omega, but care to explain why you’re acting like, well, this?” He asks me. “You don’t usually get like this, Jax.”

My jaw grinds. He’s right. I don’t usually act like this. I’m the one that always has a joke ready to go. The one who’s never fucking serious.

And for some reason, that persona I’ve been more than happy to uphold doesn’t feel right. Not anymore.

I look down at the omega in my arms. Maybe she has something to do with that.

All the stuff about me is a defense mechanism from my own fucking life, but my life is pretty sweet now so I don’t have anything to worry about anymore.

How could I fucking joke when she’s this hurt? When she’s so obviously been through so much bullshit in her life already.

“She’s mine,” I say under my breath. “She’s my fated mate.”

CHAPTER 3

OLIVIA

I’m floating. Everything is peaceful.

Well, everything except for that stupid beeping noise. When my brain starts to focus in on the constantbeep-beep-beep, the peace in my brain starts to slip away.

I try almost desperately to hold onto it. But the harder I try, the faster that stupid noise becomes. I don’t want to go back to the real world. I don’t quite remember why I don’t want to go back to the real world right now, but I don’t really care.

I just know I don’t want to go back.

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