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I went down a back alleyway and saw a beta. He was smoking, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
“Do you know where the heat clinic is?” I asked him gruffly, with the omega still in my arms. His eyes widened when he looked at me, and I instantly wrapped my fingers around his throat. “Tell me, beta, before I suck all your blood dry and leave your corpse in the dumpster.”
“It’s over there,” the beta choked out, dropping his cigarette. “It’s the only heat clinic here. Everyone knows about it.”
“Where?”
He pointed in the general direction of the clinic, his face red. “The blue building with the glass.”
“Thank you,” I said, looking at him in the eyes. I stared deep into his irises. “You will forget that you saw me. Nothing happened, and you will continue to smoke like the mindless idiot you are.”
I released his throat, and he blinked, looking confused as he picked up his smoke again. I wish I could compel Alana to forget me but omegas and alphas were immune to compulsion. It was something about their genetic makeup. I ran in the direction the beta pointed out, looking for the blue building. When I finally saw it, I breathed a sigh of relief. The time was ticking, and Alana’s condition was getting dire.
Standing in front of the building, a slew of nurses rushed out, seeing the omega in my arms.
“What’s going on?” one asked without looking at me. She felt for Alana’s pulse. “Bring the stretcher!”
“She’s in heat,” I said quickly, looking down in case they saw my eyes. But none of them were paying attention to me as I handed Alana over to them with a last kiss on her forehead.
Then I sprinted away from the clinic, my heart heavy. I hoped she would be okay. It was all my fault that she didn’t get help before she went into heat. I couldn’t betray my people earlier, but now I was considered a traitor because I followed my heart.
Chapter 11
Lio
“Quitsprayingsomuchcologne,” I told Owen, my team's beta.
I was zipping up the spandex suit that covered every inch of my body. Markus, the second alpha in my team, was already ready and impatiently waiting in his uniform, just like mine. There was a square opening covered by a cloth attached with velcro over our cocks. It was the only uniform that this heat clinic could think of that would make it easier for us to serve omegas in a professional manner.
“I want to smell good for the omegas,” whined Owen, wiping his hand over his sleek black hair after setting down his cologne. “You know how much they love it.”
“They love our knots better,” growled Markus, the oldest of my pack, with gray streaks running through his short brown hair. He had a beard, while I preferred to stay clean-shaven. He knew exactly what the omegas liked, and he was a great asset to my team.
“We all work great together,” I said, putting an end to it before Owen freaked out on Markus. “Ready to start our shift?”
Just then, a stern male voice over the intercom sounded :
“Ironfur pack to room 302. Ironfur Pack to room 302. We have a code yellow.”
We all looked at each other.
This was an emergency. An omega near death.
“Let’s fucking go!” I shouted at them, running out of our office and down the blinding white halls. We ran around stretchers and nurses, with my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I’ve never had an omega die, and itwasn’tgoing to happen on my watch.
Owen burst through door 302, and we all piled in after him.
“Fuck,” said Owen, quickly making his way over to the omega lying prone on the table with an oxygen mask over her face. Nurses were massaging her belly and trying to spread her cramped legs. “She’s in bad shape, guys.”
But when I stepped closer and saw her, my heart stopped.
It was Lana.MyAlana that I grew up with. She had scars down her legs and a brutal bite mark on her neck. I wondered what had happened to her, especially when her grandmother and family called me, saying she was missing.Did a pack of alphas ravage her?But there was no time for questions now.
We needed to knot her and fast.
Owen had gone into emergency mode, tapping her face and lightly brushing a wet towel over her eyes. She needed to be awake for this, even for a brief moment. Protocol frowned on taking omegas who didn’t actively give consent.
The nurses had successfully spread her legs, placing her feet into stirrups. Markus was already between her legs, sniffing her scent. Her scent wafted around the room, calling to us. I inhaled her scent in the air, which sent my body into rut mode faster than I thought it would. I ripped off the velcro from my privates, and my cock sprang free. The sound awakened Alana, and she opened her eyes.
