Page 67 of The Omega Archives: Part One

It was impossible.

Cal reached out to keep hold of my hand.

My fingertips quickly slipped away as I took a step back. “I'm good."

"Are you sure? You look like you saw a ghost or something," he said. "Is there an ex wandering around her that I should be worried about?”

"No. Definitely not," I assured him. "I just need to use the bathroom quickly. I’ll be right back.”

“Want me to come with you?”

I shook my head again, already heading in the direction of the sign over in the corner.

Hastily, I pushed myself through the heavy door. Looking left and right to the empty stalls to the white porcelain sinks.

Thankfully, the space must've been as new as Cal said, as it was clean and well taken care of. The only scent lingering was that of what I could tell was hairspray and disinfectant from whenever the club last cleaned.

Striding over to the mirror, I stared at my reflection. My reflection looked back at me as if I was an entirely different person.

I looked pale and sweaty, though my skin now that I was alone outside the crowd felt cold and clammy. I was probably just sick though. It was the bug I'd been dealing with all week on and off, nothing more.

I had to be paranoid. I had taken my suppressants and a shit-load of blockers. It was impossible. So completely, never possible, impossible.

Right?

I pressed my lips together, my stomach taking that moment to clench.

“Ah.” I gasped, trying to hold it together.

Even if I forgot my suppressants for a few days, it wasn’t enough to cause this kind of reaction, and I’d been taking them religiously.

This made no sense. This couldn’t be happening.

Yet, it was hard not to see it.

I was surprised that Cal hadn't noticed like some of the others in the club seemed to, though he was just a beta. He was a sweet and kind and so cute beta.

I wanted to run out of this bathroom and back into his toned arms. He could wrap me up and pull me against his body again like how we were dancing in the crowd.

I wanted him to kiss me hard and heavily, just like I could tell he wanted to kiss me back in the car. I wanted him to take me to a dark corner and slide his hands up my thighs and under my skirt where my core pounded a steadier beat than the music streaming through the speakers.

Dear lord.My eyes dilated until I could barely see any color.

I refused to believe it. My heart hammered in my chest. Everything turned so bright.

I was going to pass out.

The door opened across from me. A bland-scented beta entered with her friend, laughing. Both of them froze as the door shut behind them, sending them what was, however, undeniably my scent perfuming out of me and into the small room.

I could even smell it. I hadn’t in such a long time, but there it was.

The sweet tartness of berries.

Me.

One’s mouth parted in shock. “Are you okay?”

“Obviously she isn’t okay,” the other muttered, whacking her friend with the back of her hand. She took a single step forward but stopped when I flinched back. “Is your alpha outside in the club? Can we go get them for you?”

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