Page 67 of Rescued By Four Alphas
Both technicians move to check the monitors, their attention momentarily diverted from my hands. I grip the scalpel tightly and begin sawing at the leather strap securing my right wrist. The restraint, already strained from my previous struggles, gives way more easily than I expected.
"Her heart rate is 165 and climbing," the male technician says. "And her blood pressure is spiking."
"Fetal distress detected in subjects B and C," the lady adds.
My babies. They're hurting my babies. Something primal and dangerous awakens inside me. It's an instinct so powerful it seems to burn through the drugs in my system, and then I feel a surge of strength I didn't know I possessed. I'm the only one who can save my babies. I'm the only one they have now.
"We should call Dr. Reid," the man reaches for a communication panel.
With my free hand, I drive the scalpel deep into the side of his neck. Blood sprays across the sterile white room. His eyes widen in shock as he clutches at his throat, and a horrible gurgling sound escapes his lips as he collapses to the floor.
The female technician screams, frozen in place as I wrench my other arm free, snapping the leather restraint like it's made of paper. I don't understand where this strength is coming from. Maybe it's adrenaline, maybe it's my Omega biology fighting back against the suppressants, or perhaps it's just the pure, desperate need to protect my children.
"Dahlia!" Marianna gasps, but she's already moving to help me, unfastening the restraints around my ankles.
The female technician finally breaks from her stupor and lunges for the door, but I'm faster. I grab her by her hair and drag herbackward. She struggles wildly, scratching and clawing at my arms.
"Help!" she screams. "Subject escape! Security to…"
I cut her off by slamming her head against the metal frame of the examination table. Once, twice, until her body goes limp in my grasp.
"Jesus," Marianna whispers, staring at the bloody scene.
"Don't," I warn her, still holding the bloody scalpel. "Don't pretend this shocks you after what you've been part of."
She swallows hard and nods. "We need to go. Now. There are emergency exits on each level, but security will be all over them once the alarm sounds."
I struggle to stand, my legs wobbly beneath me. Another contraction hits, and I double over, nearly collapsing.
"I can't…" I gasp. "The babies…"
"We have to try," Marianna insists, wrapping an arm around my waist. "They'll kill us all if we stay."
I force myself upright, clutching my belly with my bloodstained hand. "Which way?"
Marianna peers out the door, checking the corridor. "It's clear for now. Come this way."
We stumble into the hallway, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor. I'm still wearing nothing but a thin hospital gown, open at the back and stained with blood. The fluorescent lights seem to pulse in time with the pain radiating through my body.
"There's a service elevator," Marianna pants, guiding me around a corner. "It's the least monitored route to the upper levels."
We make it about thirty feet before another contraction drops me to my knees. I bite my lip until I taste blood to keep from screaming…
"I can't," I gasp. "They're coming. The babies are coming."
"Not yet," Marianna urges, trying to pull me back to my feet. "Just a little further."
A door ahead of us opens, and a man in a lab coat steps out, freezing when he sees us. His eyes widen as he takes in my bloody state and Marianna's panicked expression.
"What the…" he begins, reaching for something on his belt.
I lunge forward to grab him, but I'm too slow. His fingers find the panic button on his belt and press it before I can reach him.
Immediately, red lights begin flashing in the corridor, and a piercing alarm wails through the facility. The man backs away, but Marianna grabs a metal rod from a nearby cleaning cart and swings it at his head. The impact makes a sickening crunch, and he collapses like a puppet with cut strings.
"Fuck!" Marianna swears, grabbing my arm. "We need to hide. Now."
She drags me toward a door marked "Storage" and pulls me inside, locking it behind us. The small room is filled with medical supplies and equipment, and there's barely enough space for both of us.
