Page 31 of Curvy Nerdy Omega

“As you’re probably aware, Mr. Valentine and Mr. Valor have been collecting blood samples at various intervals during your heat as I requested.” The doc cleared his throat and tapped his tablet like he was nervous I might yell at him for that.

Seeing their basement told me they were no strangers to things like needles so I wasn’t mad, but I wasn’t quite sure how any of this was legal.

“Your partner signed the proper forms since you were…indisposed,” Nathan admitted, flipping the tablet around to show me Frankie’s signature on the consent forms. “Mr. Valentine is a certified paramedic, so he’s more than qualified in case you had any concerns.”

I nodded, feeling dazed. I didn’t remember seeing anything about Cassius being a paramedic, but I also didn’t think Nathan would lie to me.

What I was actually stuck on was the consent forms Frankie had signed.

Sure, we’d done the legal paperwork required so we had all the rights of a married couple without the actual certificate, but I hadn’t anticipated she’d ever need to use the power of attorney like this. Though, I suppose I should have considering everything that was going on.

I glanced over at her and hid my wince.

Frankie was doing a good job of hiding it, but the deep circles under her eyes told me she’d barely slept and her skin was dry. My partner was worried and she’d done everything she could to keep herself busy while waiting out my heat.

Guilt washed over me again and Liam’s doctor seemed relieved by my lack of a reaction. He swiped and another document popped up, but I couldn’t focus on it.

I had to tell Frankie about what I’d found – about how I kept reacting to these alphas like a bitch in heat even knowing that they had Arturo in a cold locker right next to me…

Was he even alive?

I should probably care about something like that, but I just couldn’t be bothered.

Nathan’s voice sliced through my thoughts with the precision of a scalpel and what he said was so ludicrous I stared at him in disbelief. “I’m sorry, can you say that again?”

“Your case is very rare, but it’s not unprecedented,” the doctor tried to assure me as he used his stylus to point to a bar graph. “I’ve put your baseline against each test we’ve done over the last three weeks to show you the difference.”

I couldn’t look away from his face. The graph I could study later, but if I looked away now I might miss the lie – the tell that would reassure me this was all a big, fat joke.

“I don’t have a baseline for the day before you met Mr. Valor, but I used your blood tests from your previous doctors to get an average. This is the first day you came into contact with him. And here we have the incident at Bite. Then the following day.”

None of this was what he’d said before though and I bit the inside of my cheek until fresh blood coated my tongue, waiting for him to get to the point.

“Up until the day you met Liam Valor and Cassius Valentine, your pheromones were in stasis. Once your biology found a suitable mate, your pheromones went into overdrive. I have no explanation as to why your heat lasted as long as it did other than you’ve had so few since you first perfumed as an omega. Your body could be trying to make up for lost time, or attempting to secure your mate by making your pheromones and body as attractive as possible.”

That’s what I’d heard the first fucking time too.

Frankie sounded just as skeptical as I felt when she asked, “I’m sorry, but did you say mate?”

CHAPTER 12

Lucy

Nathan didn’t sigh, but something about his body language conveyed his exasperation anyway. “Mates are rare, but it does happen. I do feel the need to remind you that this isn’t a fairytale. I’m not talking about soul mates. This is purely biological.”

Another swipe and he showed me a different test. This one looked something like DNA, but not. I leaned forward, not really understanding what I was seeing other than it looked like the two patterns were opposites.

Nathan swiped again and there were three different strands now. When he tapped, colors filled in the blank spots. Red, blue, and purple. Another tap and the black faded away. My body felt numb as I watched those three colors melt together to fill each other’s empty spots until there were none left.

“Liam and Cassius’s pheromones are shockingly close to a mate match despite the fact that both of them are very dominant alphas, but they still have gaps. They’ve always known there was something missing and until now, we haven’t found any matches that complemented the both of them.”

The ringing in my ears was back and I desperately wanted to laugh. The concept of scent matches and mates was pseudo-science at best. Predicting the weather was a little more credible, but barely.

And none of this took into account personalities. As the doc had said, this was purely biological.

“Honestly, I’m more worried about why my heat ended, and then started up again this morning like I hadn’t just gone through thirteen days of that shit,” I snapped, yanking my hair back so I could tie it up in a ponytail.

It was freezing cold in this stupid medical building but I was sweating like I was nervous or maybe the suppressants were wearing off. It was fucking impossible to tell these days and I hated it.

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