Page 7 of The Omega's Savior

That’s when I feel a presence next to me. It feels like I’m underwater, but I can still feel the air vibrate with a purr that soothes my soul. I catch the faint scent of a fresh campfire and I sink back into unconsciousness.

When my eyes finally open, it feels like they’re weighed down by a herd of elephants. Actually, scratch that, the herd of elephants is pounding around in my head. I can’t help but let out a little whimper when the bright lights above me start stabbing into my brain.

I see the lights turn off from behind my eyelids and relax back into the mattress underneath me. I try opening my eyes again and this time, it doesn’t make the pounding headache I have any worse.

I blink, finally registering my surroundings. I’m in a hospital room. That stupid beeping from earlier was from one of the machines attached to me.

Then my eyes meet a pair of grey ones. Deep grey eyes with so much depth to them I feel like I’m falling through a cloud. There’s a man, standing by the light switch. A tall, muscled alpha from the looks of it.

My eyes go wide with fear and I struggle to sit up. That’s when I remember everything: the kidnapping, those horrible alphas, the beating.

That stupid, stupid, stupid beeping keeps on getting faster.

“Whoa,” He says, holding his hand out. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Who—who are you,” I cough, holding a hand up to my throat because it burns when I talk.

“My name’s Jax,” he answers, walking over to a water dispenser in the corner of the room and filling up a cup. “Can I come over and give this to you? You’re probably really thirsty right now.”

He’s right, a glass of water sounds like heaven right now but I don’t trust him. Him telling me his name didn’t even really answer my question, I still have no fucking clue who he is.

He seems to sense my wariness cause he takes a sip of the water himself and holds it out in my direction.

“It’s not drugged or anything, I promise,” He says.

I give him a reluctant nod and he walks over. I take the cup from him, the cool water soothing my throat. I finish the cup and he reaches out to take it from me.

That’s when my nostrils flair as I catch his scent. His warm, campfire scent hits me like a truck. My eyes go wide as something clicks in my head.

He’s my fated mate.

“You—you’re—” I whisper.

“Yeah, I’m your fated mate,” He says with a smile.

I feel a wave of horror flow through me and he notices, reaching out to hold my hand. I jerk it backwards, away from him.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, taking a step back to give me space.

The worst possibilities of what could be going on fly through my brain.

“Did—Did you buy me?” I ask.

His eyes go wide with shock. “What? No! Of course not!” He scrubs a hand through his cropped chestnut brown hair. “Fuck, I’m screwing this up.”

“Then why am I here?” I ask, gesturing to the hospital room. “How did you find me?”

“I’m part of a mercenary company. We’ve been working to take down the people in charge of that drug and trafficking ring for months now. We rescued you from the warehouse you were being kept in and I brought you to the hospital because of your injuries.”

For some reason, there’s something that tells me he’s telling the truth. Like there’s something inside me that just believes him, even though I’ve spent my entire life being super wary of alphas.

Which, honestly, in a way freaks me out even more. I know he’s my fated mate, but why are all my defenses down with him? Why does his scent and his presence calm me down so much?

He pulls up a chair to sit beside my hospital bed. “Can you tell me what in the world happened to you?”

I snort, reaching up to hold my throat when that noise hurts the inside of my throat.

He stands immediately to grab me another glass of water.

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