Page 34 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

“What?”

“Any of it! I didn’t ask to run into you or Cal. I didn’t ask for my pills to suddenly stop working because some man figured that my life didn’t matter as much as my money did so he could pawn off whatever those pills were. If that’s even what happened?”

I wasn’t sure. The pills looked pretty freaking real to me looking at them right now.

“I didn’t ask to be an omega,” she whispered.

“Some people would be thrilled to be an omega.”

She scoffed as if the idea was insane to her. Though, it was true. I knew a lot of betas in my life, students even whom I’ve overheard whispering about how they prayed for years to present late.

Omegas weren’t always treated right. That was the unfortunate truth. But those who were, they were cherished. They were loved.

A lot of us didn’t always have that luxury.

Then again, I forced myself not to think about it before the thought was already at the front of my mind. I wasn’t so sure Ella ever had that sort of love either.

If this disgusting apartment was any clue to it, I couldn’t say that Ella ever had much of anyone but herself which made this even more confusing.

She took a deep breath, shaking her head. “I was fine how I was.”

“You were dying,” I said.

“What?”

“The suppressants.” I raised my eyebrows, knowing that she could put two and two together. “The doctor that came by and checked on you– don’t worry, she won’t tell anyone about you. She’s a friend. She told us that you likely had been on cheap high-dose suppressants and blockers for a long time. I can’t imagine they were legal either.”

She didn’t fill in the blank. She knew I wouldn’t like that answer either already.

Smart girl.

“The long-term use has been affecting your kidneys and your other organs. Your hormones are all out of whack which is why you are also all over the place emotionally.”

Ella crossed her arms over each other, looking small. “Good, it’s not just my life falling apart doing this to me then.”

It couldn’t have been helping.

“If you would’ve kept going you probably would’ve been in the hospital anyway within a few years, if not sooner, likely without a good outlook.”

“I was dying,” she repeated. “Dying?”

I nodded. My stomach was in knots.

“Am I… Am I still dying?”

“No,” I said quickly. She was fine. We would make sure she got healthy.

She’d be fine.

“As long as you stop taking them and your body doesn’t go into a full heat… you’ll be alright to heal. But you can’t keep doing this.”

“This,” her voice stuttered, looking around herself.

I doubted she even knew what else there was.

Just by looking at her, I could tell that she was sweating again. Her body was shaking with a round of shivers even though she looked like she was burning up. I needed to get her home and back in bed. I needed to make sure that she was fed and taken care of.

My alpha insisted.

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