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Vaughn has the Hummer’s engine running as I approach at a jog. He sees me coming, and is out and around the car to pull the backdoor open, slamming it shut the second I’m in. “Home, Vaughn.”

He slides into the front seat and takes off with a squeal of rubber. “I hear you.”

Chapter 51

Resa

Iblink my eyes open.

I’m in a bedroom almost identical to mine, stretched out in the center of the bed, wearing, of all things, a pale blue hospital gown.

What happened to my leggings and tank top?

Garrison stands beside the window, arms folded, tension hardening his jaw and shoulders.

I’m in a bedroom with an alpha and my first instinct isn’t to curse him. Which is… weird. “Garrison? What is it?”

“How do you feel?”

“Uh. Okay. I guess.” A little confused about what happened in the garden and how I ended up here, but okay. I push myself up, leaning against the headboard. “Did I have an allergic reaction to the wasp?”

A wasp I looked for and never could find.

His face is carved of granite. “You went into heat.”

I stare at him, then I laugh. “Heat? I’m pregnant. I can’t?—”

“You can when someone shoots a dart at you filled with a drug that triggers heat.”

I feel all the blood drain from my face.

The drugs that the Asylum pump in the omegas before auction.

They did it to me. Over and over, whenever they sold me.

But that was before I was pregnant. Before anyone wanted to take a risk in pumping me with a drug that might make me lose my baby, or worse, kill me because who knows what a drug like that would do to a pregnant omega who should not go into heat?

“My baby?” My hand flies to my belly.

“Is okay.” Garrison’s voice is so confident, I hope to hell he isn’t lying to me.

“How do you know?”

“You collapsed outside. We took you to the clinic, but Sadie couldn’t stop your heat.”

I frown. “What do you mean? I’m okay. Not in heat. I’m perfectly fine.”

He crosses his arms and presses his back harder against the wall. “For now. We gave you something to make you lucid so we could talk. But sedating you didn’t work.”

I want to tell him that whatever Sadie gave me is working. I’m sat up in bed feeling perfectly fine. Garrison looks so certain he’s right that I swallow around the dryness in my throat. “How do you know it didn’t work?”

“Because I feel the effect you’re having on me.” He leans into the wall as if determined to push himself out the other side.

He wants me, but he’s fighting his instincts to take me.

As if his words triggered it, the scent of sweet peach drifts from my pores. My omega pheromones. The scent isn’t strong, but it is stronger than it should be.

“I’m… it’s hard to focus. It’s only a matter of time before your heat overwhelms you,” he says with quiet intensity.

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