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"That's a positive way to look at it," she agrees. "Now, I want to increase our appointment frequency to twice weekly. With the accelerated development, we need to monitor you more closely."
"Whatever you think is best," I say, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by all this new information.
Dr. Marianna studies me through the screen. "You seem distressed, Dahlia. More than this news would warrant."
"It's been a rough couple of days," I admit. "Someone threw a brick through our window last night with a threatening message. The boys immediately went into full protection mode and locked me in here. I've barely seen them since, and no one will tell me what's happening."
Her expression shifts subtly. "I see. That explains why you're in the safe room."
"They think they're protecting me, but being kept in the dark is making everything worse."
"I understand your frustration," she says carefully. "But perhaps they're trying to shield you from additional stress, which would be advisable in your condition."
"I'm pregnant, not incapacitated," I snap, then immediately feel guilty for my tone. "Sorry. I'm just... tired of being treated like I'm made of glass."
"No apology necessary. Pregnancy is challenging enough without added complications." She pauses, seeming to debate something internally. "Dahlia, there's something else you should know, though I hesitate to add to your worries."
A chill runs down my spine. "What is it?"
She glances over her shoulder as if checking that she's alone, then lowers her voice. "Two more pregnant Omegas have gone missing from different medical facilities in the past forty-eight hours."
Chapter 11 - Dahlia
"Missing? What do you mean by “missing?"
"Dahlia, I shouldn't have mentioned it," Dr. Marianna says quickly, but I can see the worry etched across her features even through the video call. "I don't want to add to your stress levels."
"Well, it's too late for that," I snap, sitting up straighter, and I suddenly feel dizzy. "Tell me what happened. Now."
She hesitates, then adjusts her glasses again. "Two pregnant Omegas were taken from one of our medical facilities. Both were there for routine prenatal appointments."
"Taken how? By whom?" My heart pounds against my ribs. "Were they kidnapped? Did someone break into the facilities?"
"We don't know all the details yet," she admits. "In both cases, the Omegas were escorted out by individuals claiming to be federal agents. The staff were shown official-looking credentials and warrants for 'medical evaluation.’
"Official credentials?" I feel sick. "So, this is government-sanctioned?"
"We're not certain. The credentials could have been forged." But her tone suggests she doesn't believe that.
I stand and pace the small confines of the safe room, my mind racing. "Wait, you said two more Omegas. How many pregnant Omegas are there? Omegas are incredibly rare in the first place. Where are they suddenly getting them from?"
Dr. Marianna's face goes carefully blank. "I'm not sure what you mean."
"Don't bullshit me," I say, my voice rising. "You're telling me that in addition to me, there are at least four other pregnant Omegas? Six, if we count the two who are missing. Omegas make up less than three percent of the shifter population. Pregnant Omegas are even rarer. The statistical probability of six pregnant Omegas existing simultaneously in the same geographic region is astronomical."
"Dahlia, you need to calm down," she says.
"I will not calm down!" I snap. "You're lying to me. Where do these Omegas come from? Are they being bred? Are they being artificially inseminated? What the fuck is going on?!"
"I can't discuss other patients," she says stiffly.
"These aren't patients, are they?" The pieces seem to start clicking into place in my mind. "They're subjects. Test subjects."
"Dahlia, please. You're getting worked up over speculation."
"Am I?" I laugh bitterly. "Dr. Marianna, I'm a scientist. I understand statistics and probability. The odds of naturally occurring multiple Omega pregnancies happening simultaneously are virtually zero unless someone is orchestrating it."
She's quiet for a long moment, and I can see the internal struggle on her face.
