Page 9 of Adira's Omega

Adira stood leaning against the door, glaring daggers at Doctor Porter Neal as he sat on the stool in front of me. I twiddled with my fingers, knowing there was no good outcome.

“Now, Nyla, you’ve regularly been seen, yes?” he asked.

I glanced at Adira, and she nodded, giving me permission to answer any of his questions. “Yes, I had routine physicals with Doctor Livinton, who works for my—” I cleared my throat and started again. “For Sawyer Vacanti. Nothing showed up as odd until now.”

Hehmmed and nodded before pulling a plastic cup with a lid from a cupboard behind him. Turning back around, he handed it to me. “Let’s start with a urine sample, then I will take some blood and see what we can find, shall we?”

Once again, I glanced at Adira. This time, she kicked off the door and beckoned for me to follow her into the attached bathroom. “Thank you, Porter. We will be right back.” She opened the door and guided me in with her hand at the small of my back. Once we were both inside, Adira closed the door and took up her position against the door as I made my way to the toilet.

I pulled down my underwear and lifted up my dress, but as soon as I sat down, I froze and nothing wanted to come out of me. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t had anything to drink this morning and had already emptied my bladder this morning, or it was Adira staring at me with fury-filled eyes.

“Can you stop watching me?” I mumbled with downcast eyes.

Adira scoffed, but I saw her avert her gaze from the corner of my eye. It helped but only a little. I pulled the lid off the cup and stuck it underneath me, aiming it the best I could so I didn’t pee all over my hand. It took a minute, but eventually, it started flowing, and only a little dripped on the outside of the cup, narrowly missing my fingers.

With it sealed and me redressed, Adira led us back into the main room where Doctor Neal had prepared a blood draw for me. I grimaced at the tray but ignored the needles I knew were there. Setting the cup on the counter as I passed by, I then sat back up on the exam table, and I held out my arm, waiting for the needle prick.

Doctor Neal chuckled, then prepped my arm. Before I knew it, we were done, and he had three vials of my blood to test.

Looking at Adira, he said, “I will get these tested right away, but are you aware of the possibilities?”

Adira glanced at me, then replied, “Either she can’t breed, or—”

“She is already pregnant.”

I shivered as the cool room seemed to cave in on me. Neither option was good. Actually, both options were horrible. Either I was useless, or there was the possibility that I was pregnant with Theo’s child. My child would go through something worse than I had. They would grow up knowing they were nothing but a slave to be used by others.

A tear slipped out of my eye as the doctor cleaned up and went on his way. Adira left the door open and stood there, giving me a moment, but it didn’t last long enough.

“Let’s go.” Her voice was hard as if she were holding back a mix of fury and anguish.

I tried to calm myself. There was a greater chance that it was hers, and I had to hold onto that hope until it was ripped out from under me. We would soon know what was wrong, then if I was pregnant, we would have to wait to do a blood test to determine the other parent.

Waiting was not my strong suit, but Adira was even worse at it.

More tears ran down my cheeks as we walked the halls to the kitchen. I was finally getting the hang of the mansion’s layout. I didn’t know why we were heading that way, but I wasn’t in the mood to argue or question Adira. I wanted to curl up in bed and sleep until we had some news.

Once we got to the kitchen, Adira and I sat at the large table in the center where all of the food prep generally took place. I refused to look at her, but her eyes never left me. We sat in silence for a few minutes, then some servants came in and placed breakfast in front of each of us. I had a bowl of mixed fruit, two waffles, and a small plate of bacon. Adira had the same except for pancakes instead of waffles. I could never agree with that decision, but it went with who we were. I liked the harder things, and she liked them soft.

A small smile quirked onto my lips at the thought. She was the hard to my soft, at least for now.

I nibbled on my breakfast, even though I didn’t really have an appetite at the moment. The fruit was too mushy and tart, the waffles were too bland even with the syrup coating them, and the bacon was a little too crunchy to be enjoyable. Was it the food or the mood I was in? It was hard to tell.

Adira finished in record time and went back to staring at me. Finally, I had enough. I set down my fork, looked around the room to make sure no one was around, and locked eyes with my mate.

“Say it.”

“I have nothing to say yet.”

I rolled my eyes. “You always have something to say, Addie.”

Her nose scrunched up when I used her nickname. She loathed it, but it was a small way to show others that, although I was underneath her, we were still mates and loved each other. Well, we had been working on that. I was getting there but had no idea what this new development would do to her progress.

“I will have something to say when Porter gets back to me with the results, but if you are pregnant—” Adira’s jaw ticked, and she shoved back from the table and marched out of the room.

At least we were on the same page. I knew what was coming, and I had no way to prevent it. I was a ruined Omega with a proud Alpha that cared too much and somehow too little at the same time.

The next few hours would be hell, and I was determined to make them flash by as quickly as possible.

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