I’d woken up like this the day after hearing my father’s final verdict. We’d slept in the same bed for a long time after that day, and here she was, lying beside me just like old times. Except she was a lot farther away than she usually was.
The inches between us felt like miles.
“So, another alpha suggested all this and you were just…fine with it?”
Frankie gave me a sad little smile and shrugged. “Why wouldn’t we try everything? If it doesn’t help, then we can just go back home.”
Years of trying to help me and failing had really done a number on Frankie.
The white comforter was just heavy enough to make me feel cozy without suffocating me and the room was massive, but empty. The bay window on my side of the bed took up most of the wall, and the others had empty shelves as if this room was just waiting for someone to claim it.
The bed I was using in the center of the room had to be a king and the walls were painted a deep, soothing blue. There was nothing else in the room other than the nightstand painted the same color as the walls with a Tiffany-style lamp on it.
No bags, no phone…where was all my stuff?
Wait, what was I even wearing?
I lifted up the blanket and found I had nothing on but a huge, white shirt.
Was it Liam’s or Cassius’s?
For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to be bothered they’d put me in this and nothing else, not when Frankie was so depressed. “I’ve told you a million times I don’t care if my pheromones are practically nonexistent. It’s actually better this way because there’s no alpha who can bully me into obedience.”
No, just my omega father.
The irony of that almost made me laugh. How many years had he gotten away with it because no one would believe an omega was out there killing people? Killing alphas? I hadn’t thought it was possible because they’d indoctrinated me so well.
I’d swallowed down those lies just like everyone else, and because of me, my mother was dead.
Murdered.
It was a shame my father was no longer alive. I would have liked to show him he wasn’t the only omega who could kill someone.
Would he have been proud of me then?
I sighed and wondered why Frankie hadn’t said anything else. She usually filled up my silence with her chatter and the emptiness between us was making me sick to my stomach.
Was she jealous?
Maybe she was angry with me for reacting to Liam’s pheromones the way that I had.
“Lucy…” Frankie threw off the blanket and sat up, turning away from me. “Liam called his personal doctor to take a look at you. He gave you an IV for dehydration last night, but I made him wait to ask you personally for any blood tests. Would you do me a favor and let them see if there’s anything they could do to help? You don’t have to take any medicine if you don’t want to, but I’d like for you to at least have the option.”
She grabbed her pants from the floor and pulled them on, eyes on the door instead of me, avoiding me.
I studied my nails as I considered her request.
Did I want to be fixed?
There wasn’t really anything wrong with me if we took me being an omega out of the equation. I wasn’t in pain most of the time and even strong alpha pheromones didn’t do much more than give me a migraine. Every once in a while I’d throw up from aggressive pheromones, but it was much better than choking on air at their feet.
My omega instincts were always there even if it might not reflect in my scent. They pushed me to find an alpha to keep me safe – to find or make a family to care for, but up until this very moment, I’d thought I had all those things.
Sure, I wouldn’t have a scent-matched alpha to fuck my brains out during my rare heats, or have a child who would eventually present as an alpha or an omega, but I could have a beta child with a beta.
If Frankie didn’t see me that way though, then I must really be a failure as an omega. I wasn’t doing enough for her, or maybe she just didn’t want to be responsible for me anymore. I didn’t really know which it was, but either way it hurt.
“Is this because you think I’m defective?” It wasn’t an easy question to ask, but I had to know.