Page 77 of His Bonded Omega Mate
Fuck. This could be really dangerous.
“Witch hunt? Need a hand?” Larken joined us around the breakfast bar.
“Sure. Roan, you’re needed here. Keep your phone on you in case we need any more support. Blake and a couple of other enforcers are coming.” Deke was already heading for the door.
“Blake is going? What about Kade and the babies?” I wondered.
Deke caught my words and answered. “They are protected. We’ve put more elves on it. Basil has a demon, and we need to rescue him.”
A demon?
What the fuck?
Breakthrough
Hiroshi
Justoveraweekafter we moved into our new home, things had returned to normal. Tate felt smothered after two days of us all being home, so sent Roan back into the office and insisted I return to my part-time work at the clinic.
A few days ago, the elves had taken Asher to our house when they knew no one else was nearby so that Tate could see his mate on doctor’s orders. Aldrin felt that keeping them apart after all the stress was a bad idea, especially since Asher was doing so much better with his therapy. Asher could be around betas and other omegas with no issues. Alphas that were stronger than him were still a problem. There was no way we were risking another fight between Roan and Ash. I needed my alpha too much for that.
Tate had been hopeful after their visit and had asked to see his mate more often, which we all took as a good sign after all they had been through. Wanting to see him was good, wasn’t it? It hopefully meant that if Ash could get over this Roan problem, that we could all live together in peace.
Maybe I was just dreaming. I was the lucky one. I had both of my mates with me. Roan was stable. No one was talking about sending him away. With our fated bond, we couldn’t break up. Our bond couldn’t be broken. My heart ached for my omega mate and my friend. Asher was good. I knew it in my soul. It was this sudden shift to being an alpha that was the problem.
The clinic was quiet for a change, allowing me to get too lost in my thoughts. I had no paperwork or routine assessments to do. All the help we had from the elves had made everything more efficient.
My task for the day was to go over the genetic reports that had been filed. I noticed on one patient’s form there was a scribble on a post it note. “New marker,” it said. They’d drawn a neat asterisk next to one line of DNA. “Compare.” Another word scribbled underneath.
The process for figuring out what had happened to the betas had taken so long because while shifters had been studied, it was more about their healing and their fertility. No one had ever studied the strands of DNA that made up a beta shifter before. Then there was the added complication that the animal spirit showed itself in the genetic make up, so that had to be untangled first.
I looked through my own DNA file and looked through the newly isolated designation markers. The genome for being an omega was different to that of an alpha. I studied the pages for a while before looking for the area that the note had said and found the marker missing. Strange. I needed more comparisons. An alpha would be good. Picking up my phone, I called Roan. He answered immediately. “Hey, sweetheart, everything okay?”
“I’m checking stuff over in the clinic. Maybe I found something, maybe not. I just wanted permission to look over your DNA report.”
“Of course you can look. You didn’t need to ask.” The gentle pride he held in his voice made me blush, which was utterly ridiculous. I was glad I was alone in the office.
“I still wanted to check.” I fell silent while I located the file. Roan listened instead of filling the silence. With the file in my hand, I took it to compare to the other two, mine and a beta’s. I lined up the genomes and there it was again. In both mine and Roans, it wasn’t there. “Huh.”
“What?”
“I think... hold on for a second. I need another file to compare. These are all anonymous ones. This person was only asleep for two weeks.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m looking at designation markers in shifter DNA. There was a note —“
I rifled through more files, hoping we had someone who hadn’t had the sickness at all. I knew that the elves, the council, and Aldrin had petitioned Logan to find us samples. After I left, a few of his betas caught the sickness, including Xander, who had helped us escape Heatwave and the pride. He’d been down for the full month.
“Ah-ha! Found it!”
Roan chuckled. “I’m glad someone is having a good time at work. Everything is so hectic here with the chance that the demon they saved, Toth, I think his name was, wants to partner with the brewery and make a new hard cider.”
That caught my attention. “Partnering with a demon? Is that safe?”
“Well, Poppy’s cousin, Cody, is actually half demon.”
“What? No way!”
