Page 16 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

Taking a sip, the cold water was heaven on my tongue.

“Do you remember my name?” the large man asked.

Large Alpha.

I peered at him as the water was taken away, unwilling to tear my eyes away from the bear of a man. He was wide set and covered with tattoos. I should’ve been terrified, but my body had other plans, lighting me back up like a sparkler.

I squirmed as if my heart might’ve skipped a beat. That couldn’t have been healthy. “Mark?"

“Close enough, little omega,” he murmured, voice deep and grumbling. "It's Marko."

I cringed.

“You don’t like me calling you that.”

“I’m not an omega,” I croaked.

He put the glass back into my hand and motioned for me to keep drinking.

I emptied that glass too while he talked.

“You are and you know it,” Marko said blandly. His voice was just still raw and husky sounding as I think I heard it the other night, though he didn’t clear his throat. “How are you feeling?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to figure out why he was talking so low. “Are you sick?”

He studied me right back with a strong shake of his head. “No. Why?”

I shrugged. I didn’t want to be rude.

I could barely keep myself sitting up. To be honest, I was still tired, but then again, I knew I slept more and better than I had in ages. The bed was so soft and comfy even though the sheets were a little scratchy at the corners.

I picked at one with the edge of my nail, looking away from the alpha that made my heart pound in my chest.

“Probably still feel like shit.”

He wasn't wrong. If I didn’t remember what happened—the perfume, the heat— I would’ve guessed that I was hit by a truck.

“You had a reaction from coming off your medication we think– and being on it in the first place," he went on. "But we’ll start nice.”

This was nice?

“I’m going to need you to answer some questions.”

Didn’t mean I was going to answer them. I was coherent now, but still not stupid. I shuffled my body to try to get off the bed. “I want to go back home.”

Marko put up a hand to stop me, but he didn’t touch me. “Okay. Questions first.”

“Then I get to leave…” I looked around to see if there was anyone else in here with me aside from this alpha. Alpha.

Why didn’t my mind scream danger when I looked up at him?

It should. Danger.

“Where is Cal?” I asked.

“Downstairs. Do you need me to get him?”

He still hadn’t answered my first question. I shifted my weight again as if I could easily pounce out of the bed and make a run for it back home. The likelihood I’d make it was low, but not nonexistent.

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