Page 9 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
"Fuck, you, jackass!" I scream, my cries echoing in the empty hall. He reaches for my neck again, squeezing tightly. His hands are so large he only needs one to completely wrap around my throat. Looks like I’m in for a game of make-sure-the-alpha-passes-out-first.
Black spots start to cloud my vision as my heartbeat roars in my ears, but I can't let up. I'm an omega and he's an alpha, but if he's on thesame instinct tamping drug that I am, maybe it won't take as long for him to pass out. Finally, his grip falls slack and I take a gasping breath of air, falling off his chest and onto the floor.
The air fills my lungs, my heart still racing as I keep my eyes closed. My fists ache, my throat is sore, and I'm sure the security camera just caught everything. I have no idea how long I sit there, but once my heart calms and Trailer Trash Bitch is back in her cage, I sigh, standing up on shaky legs.
Of course,that'swhen help arrives.
"What the hell happened here?" A handsome beta man with deep mahogany skin approaches, his eyes glued on me as he looks me over. His ink-black hair is close-cropped, the fade on the sides drawing attention to his intense, honey brown eyes. Eyes that I could get lost in as they look at me with concern, until, of course, they land on the unconscious body next to me. It's only then that I stop drooling long enough to realize this man is a doctor. His navy blue scrubs and white coat would have given it away instantly if I wasn’t so distracted by his damn perfect face.
Fuck. Maybe that asshole deprived my brain of oxygen long enough that my omega took over.
Before I can come up with an answer, another man in blue scrubs comes up behind him, this one definitely another alpha, and clearly an orderly. Great. I just hope he's nothing like Banesworth.
"Is that Lars?" The second man asks, his brows hitting his hairline as they both try to figure out what the hell happened. He runs a hand over his buzzed head, then scratches at the scruff on his chin.
"You must be Josephine Harding," the doctor says gently, "I'm Dr. West Monroe, but everyone calls me West. Do you want to tell me what happened?"
My mind blanks. I'm still blaming the lack of oxygen at this point and not the two hotter-than-the-hinges-on-the-gates-of-hell men who've appeared in front of me.
After a brief moment of silence, my brain kicks back online."Doesnobodyread the note in my file that I literally stabbed my last psychiatrist in the leg when he wouldn't stop calling me Josephine?" West's mouth tightens into a line like he's trying not to smile, which is weird because I'm dead serious.
"Apologies. Jo," Dr. West Monroe says, his voice even. "What happened?"
"I…" They can look at the security camera if they really want to know. I ain't no snitch. "He tripped."
West's brows shoot up as his eyes travel over Lars' face, taking in the swelling that's already started.
"Hetripped? That's what you're going with?" The orderly asks, shaking his head.
The doctor’s eyes go back to me, his eyes landing on my neck. "You have marks on your neck, Jo."
I shrug. Maybe I can be alittle bitof a snitch.
"He was trying to strangle me, and then he tripped. Repeatedly. Face down."
"Right…" West says slowly, giving me an indiscernible look.
"You're saying you have nothing to do with the state of his face?" The orderly raises a brow.
I gasp, placing a shocked hand on my chest. "Sir, how could little old me take down a man that size?"
The two of them look at me and West looks like he might call me on my shit, but then more footsteps come around the corner. A short woman, wearing a gray pantsuit and a crisp white shirt, lights up with a smile when she sees me. "There you are, Jo! I wondered if you hadgotten lost." Her dark brown hair is pulled up in a bun, her makeup done flawlessly. Her cat-eye eyeliner is sharper than any shiv I've ever made, and her skin is dewy and soft-looking. Seriously, if we were allowed to have makeup in this hellhole then I'd be asking her for tips.
"Leslie, Jo needs to be taken to the nurse—" West cuts off when Leslie immediately wraps me in a hug. Well, alright then. My arms stay awkwardly at my sides as she moves back and forth like she's hugging someone she hasn't seen in years.
"Jo, it's so good to finally meet you! I have to say, I've read up on your file and you are just fascinating." She smiles at me and pulls back, holding my arms as she looks me over.
My brows shoot up. This woman finds murder fascinating?
"You've read my file and you willingly hug me?"
"Oh, come on, Jo. The only thing that could put me farther from your victim-profile is if I was an omega." She smiles at me before looping our arms together. "I'll get her to Helaena," Leslie says over her shoulder, leading us away as she effectively dismisses the men.
"She's with me after your appointment!" West calls out after us, and Leslie waves him off as we round the corner.
I think I like her.
"That was alotta fancy words there," I drawl, still letting her lead me.
