Page 11 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

I watched her reaction. “We don’t know much else of the story as of now since she went into what we assumed was a heat, but she seems disoriented, and it isn’t presenting like an omega heat. She’s not wanting anything and we’re…”

“Still coherent enough not to do anything stupid,” agreed Allison, looking me over.

She only looked at me. “I now understand why you said, be discrete. Where is she?”

“Guest room with Marko.”

At that, she came to a complete stop from heading upstairs. “Marko?”

She had one of Marko’s oversized t-shirts on from when he used to go to concerts and the noise wasn’t too much for him and a pair of Cal’s old sweatpants that hung loosely but fit her well enough.

I stood by the door listening in as the doctor slowly examined her as best as he could.

“What’s your name, omega? First and last?”

She didn’t answer.

He hummed, watching as she flinched at the light he shined in her eyes, asking more questions she didn’t answer. “Just tell me one thing.”

Ella paused.

“How old are you?”

She blinked as if weighing the question before she finally answered. Her voice was worn, but there. “Twenty-six.”

I forced myself not to look shocked. The girl in that room did not look twenty-six. She was small and thin. Not to mention she was unbonded.

I ran a hand through my hair with a shake of my head. None of this made sense.

Allison on the other hand only raised her eyebrows at the omega. “No. You’re not. Try again.”

The omega inhaled looking around. “I’m twenty-two.”

“I’ll take that answer,” said Allison reaching for her stethoscope. “Deep breath. Good. And your last heat was?”

She didn’t answer that question right away either.

“No shame here,” Allison said. “Just making sure that you’re alright so I can figure out what is happening with your suppressant use and how you’ve been scheduling your heats.”

“I haven’t… I haven’t had a heat before. Not since I presented.”

Allison had a moment to blink, but none of the answers phased her. “When did you first present as an omega?”

“I’m not an omega.” The omega hesitated her eyes starting to fill with water again.

Marko nearly ran from where he stood next to me in the doorway. “Calm down,” I reached out to touch his arm.

Allison waited until the omega who clearly didn’t want to be gathered herself. “It’s okay, Ella. You don’t need to worry about anything right now, but I would like to know so that I can best help you moving forward.”

“They’re all going to know.”

“Who?” Allison asked. “I’m not going to tell a soul. Not unless there is something wrong that I can’t fix and then we’ll find the best route to make sure that you are healthy.”

Ella shook her head.

“And safe.”

The omega swallowed as if with those words, she was pacified. “I was sixteen.”

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