Page 8 of The Omega's Savior

“Thanks,” I say, looking up to him once I finish. As I hand the cup back to him, our fingertips touch and I feel something like a spark travel up my arm. I jerk my arm backward and the plastic cup falls to the floor. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s cool,” He answers, picking it up.

“I must look pretty rough though, for you to ask me what happened like that.”

He winces a bit and I sigh, leaning back into the pillows of my hospital bed.

“I fought back.”

“Fought back against who?”

“I had a cellmate for a little bit and they were going to take her to her buyer. I—” My voice breaks. “I couldn’t just let her get taken without seeing someone was at least trying to fight for her. So I did. And they didn’t like that.”

“Fuck,” He says under his breath. “That’s horrible.”

“No shit,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“What was her name?”

“Why?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

“I can check with the shelter the other omegas are at and see if she’s there,” He says pulling out his phone.

I blink at him, kind of shocked he’d do that.

“Willow,” I say. “Her name is Willow Carter.”

I look down at my hands, remembering the things Willow told me about her life. That’s when the fear hits me.

I don’t know why this wasn’t the first thing that came to my head, maybe I got hit too hard, but I’m a horrible sister. I need to find her. God knows what’s happened to her since I was taken.

“What day is it?” I ask Jax, my eyes wide with fear.

“It’s March second.”

My eyes go wide. “How long have I been out for?”

“This is your third day in the hospital,” he answers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I hiss under my breath.

“What’s wrong?”

To my horror, tears start filling my eyes. “They had me for a week and a half. I’ve been gone for two weeks. Oh my god, she could be starving to death.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jax says, stepping a bit closer and wrapping his hand around mine. “Who could be starving?”

“My sister,” I say, the panic starting to flow through my veins. “Can I borrow your phone? I have to see if she’s okay, please.”

“Of course,” he says. “Is she alright?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I need to call her,” I whisper, taking his phone with shaky hands.

I pull up his phone app and type in my sister’s phone number.

“Summer?” I say when the call goes through.

“Oh my god, is that you Livvy?”

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