Page 152 of Captive Omega

Silken ties secure my arms and legs to a four-poster bed as I try desperately not to notice the tray of sex toys feet away. Tools of pleasure and pain for my new buyer to use on me before he?—

“Resa?”

A dribble of sweat slides down the back of my neck, and I shudder at the unpleasant sensation. Sadie is frowning, her gloves on and the tray of instruments she needs to stitch Blaine up beside her. I have no idea what happened to the nurse who wheeled it in.

“You can wait outside. This won’t take long,” Sadie assures me.

She hasn’t even started yet and I’m already making a nuisance of myself.

Blaine is no longer staring up at the ceiling. He’s studying me, eyes creased with concern. “It’s okay. You can wait outside.”

I cross my arms over my chest so no one can tell my hands are shaking. “I’m fine over here.”

Sadie bends her head to the task I distracted her from.

She’s pulled Blaine’s shirt up, but I can barely see any of his skin from my position. Vaughn must have already removed his suit jacket and the stupid bullet-proof vest that failed at the one thing someone designed it to do.

“It’s not my first rodeo,” Blaine says, still looking at me.

As Sadie picks up instruments from the tray one at a time, I get the sense that Garrison wanted me in here to reassure Blaine, yet Blaine is the one doing the reassuring.

I stiffen my spine and try to look less pathetic, all the while avoiding the silver tray that looks painfully similar to the one from the Asylum.

“So gunshots are a regular occurrence, then?” I ask.

“Occupational hazard,” he says, straight faced.

Sadie huffs a laugh. “Tell me you’re an alpha without telling me you’re an alpha.”

I bite back my smile.

She presses a dressing down over Blaine’s wound, tapes it, and straightens. “All done.”

“That’s it?” I breathe.

She pulls her gloves off one by one and tosses them on the wheeled tray. “I’m a fast worker. Blaine was lucky. Just needed five stitches. The bleeding is already slowing, but I’d like to check on it in fifteen minutes. If all is well, he’s good to go.”

A soft knock sounds at the door.

“Doctor?” A nurse sticks her head in. “Can I borrow you for a second?”

“Sure.” Sadie turns to Blaine as he sits up. “And no moving, Blaine. The longer you lie still, the sooner you can leave.”

When Blaine flops to his back with a resigned sigh, Sadie nods in approval and hurries after the nurse, leaving us alone.

I look at him and envision him taking advantage of me as I slept. My imagination refuses to put that picture together.

“You don’t have to wait with me,” he says.

“I’m good,” I assure him, keeping my eyes on him and not the tray Sadie left behind. The thing has wheels. Why she couldn’t wheel the damn thing out on her way instead of leaving it to taunt me with flashbacks, I have no clue.

If I focus on Blaine, then I can pretend the tray is not there.

Blaine angles his head to the door Sadie left open. “Sadie!”

She must not have gone far, because she’s back at a fast trot in seconds. Her gaze dips to his chest. “Is something wrong?”

“Do you think you could take the tray? It’s a little too bloody for my liking,” he says casually, without looking at me,

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