Page 14 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
The man lets his clipboard drop to his side. “Yes, and you’re going to remain here until we get some answers – one way or another.” He smirks. “We’ve given you some medication to lessen the effects of your heat and some strong painkillers–”
“They’re not working,” I grit out through my teeth.
“You’re in heat. What do you expect? Not even the strongest painkillers will knock out the pain completely. But,” he drums his fingers against the clipboard, “if you don’t start cooperating, we can reduce both types of medication and let you experience the full effects of your heat.”
I grimace, clutching my stomach. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“Little betas like you,” the man hisses, “don’t magically morph into omegas just like that.” He snaps his fingers and then marches from the room.
What the hell?
I’ve hardly caught my breath when the door clicks open again and this time Dr. Hannah enters. Immediately, I can tell how nervous she is. Her eyes flit about the room as she walks in tight footsteps towards me.
“Dr. Hannah,” I gasp. “I’m so glad to see you.”
Whatever the hell is going on, I’m sure she will help me. She’s an omega. Trusted by all the omegas in the city to deliver their healthcare. I’m guessing she has no idea what that other man is up to.
“How are you feeling?” she asks me in a clipped tone. She looks much paler than usual, gray shadows under her brown eyes.
“Feeling?” I ask, exasperated. “I don’t know where the hell I am and I’m restrained to the bed.”
“Just a precaution so you wouldn’t be harmed while we transported you,” the doctor says, resting her fingers against my wrist and counting my pulse. “And you’re perfectly safe. We’re at a more secure clinic for your safety.”
She does that smile thing, although she struggles to make it last on her lips.
“That man–”
“Keen to understand what’s going on. He can be a little impatient.”
I don’t feel reassured. Not one bit. I don’t like the way her hands shake or the nervous way her eyes flick about the room. I don’t trust her, I sure as hell don’t trust the man who was just in here threatening me and I don’t trust this place.
“Undo these restraints,” I tell her.
“You may find that they are helpful if you begin to experience–”
I smile back at her. The same sickly sweet expression she just offered me. “I’ll be fine. Please undo them. I’ve been known to hyperventilate when secured in this way. My last boyfriend would attest to that. The one time he tried tying me to the bed, I had a full on panic attack that lasted two days. In fact, I feel like … oh god … I can’t breathe … oh no …”
The doctor glares at me and unsnaps the restraints. Her fingers are rough and her fingernails scrape against my skin but at least I’m free.
I take an exaggerated gasp of oxygen. “Oh, thank god. Oh,” I rest my hand against my chest and sigh. “Now I’d like to call my cousin.”
“No, I’m afraid we can’t allow that.”
“Then I’d like to leave.”
The doctor doesn’t meet my eye as she fiddles with the bag of blood hanging on the trolley. Now I look more closely, I’m pretty sure it’s my blood flowing out of my arm and into the bag.
“That won’t be possible either.”
“Excuse me?”
“It would be entirely irresponsible of us to release a lone omega in the midst of their heat.”
“So I’m a prisoner here?” I ask.
“No, you booked in for your heat and we are here to care for you.”
“That’s not what your colleague just said and why am I hooked up to this blood bag?” I pull on the tube causing pain to spike in my arm.
