Page 10 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“I am.” I stare at the man. “You’re telling us you didn’t hear or see a thing? That they just sneaked an omega in heat out of this clinic?”
“We’ve been dishing out contraception injections all day. I swear I had no idea they were gone.”
“Let’s take a look.” Angel jerks his head towards the door.
“Get up,” I grab the orderly by the elbow and drag him to his feet, “and show us.”
As we march him down the corridor, I try not to look into the other rooms, not wanting any more bad memories to haunt me today.
“Is there anyone else here?” Angel asks, also keeping his eyes locked ahead.
“The receptionist Miriam and the nurse Fiona. They both locked themselves in the supply closet when they heard you yelling. I wasn’t quick enough,” he mumbles.
“You need to be nicer to your colleagues,” I tell him, squeezing his arm, “Then they won’t hang you out to dry.”
He doesn’t answer me, simply stares at his shoes and I reckon Dean is an A-class jerk to his work mates. Maybe this little visit from Angel and I will encourage him to buck up his ideas.
We reach the end of the corridor, and a pair of double doors greet us. A darkened, misted-up window is set in both telling us the lights are out in the room beyond.
I push against the doors and they don’t move.
“They’re locked.”
The orderly nods. “To keep the omega inside safe while undergoing their heat.”
I snort. “Then open it.”
“I don’t have the code.”
I slam my weight against the doors and again they don’t budge.
“They’re reinforced,” the orderly says, “again for protection.”
I smirk at the man, then glance at my brother.
Together, we launch at the entrance, our shoulders hitting the heavy doors in sync. It takes us two more whacks before we slam straight through into the darkened room.
The scent of the omega hits me immediately.
I gasp clutching at my throat like I’ve been poisoned, poisoned by the sweetest, most delicious scent I’ve ever smelled.
My eyes roll around in their sockets, and my knees wobble. Angel clutches onto the doorframe like his legs are about to give way.
The orderly seizes his chance and scuttles down the corridor.
“Come here motherfucker,” Angel yells.
But I shake my head, trying my best to breathe through my nose. “We don’t need him any more.”
“She was in here,” Angel says, like that isn’t the most goddamn obvious thing ever. The room reeks of her heat-sweetened scent. I want to lick every surface for a scrap of a taste of it. I want to roll my body around in it.
I want to find my omega.Now.
“Let’s search the room. See if they left behind any clues.”
Angel pulls the neck of his t-shirt up over his nose and we stalk around the room. There’re no obvious signs of a struggle. There’s a bed, a chaise couch and several clinical-looking machines. It’s been designed by someone to resemble a nest, but it’s a fucking awful attempt. It’s too bare, too clinical, too sterile. It makes me want to vomit thinking she’d want to spend her heat here. Alone. Without us.
It makes me want to vomit, knowing it was our dumbass stupid actions that drove her to it.
