Page 80 of Captive Omega

How the hell could I not notice that?

Garrison must have moved me. I’m perched on the edge of the chair. Not… Not the same one I was in before. He’s shoved the table aside, puzzle pieces everywhere. And he’s crouched in front of me, his big bulk—thank fuck for his big shoulders—blocking out the stain on the chair.

One puzzle piece is dangerously close to the fireplace. Maybe a piece already flew in. How pissed would you be to spend months and months putting together a two thousand piece puzzle and learn at the end that a piece was missing?

“Resa?”

He rubs his hands briskly up and down my bare forearms, which is when I realize I’m shivering, teeth chattering together. I was literally being roasted alive by that fireplace and now I’m shivering like someone just stripped me and dumped my naked ass in Antarctica.

I refused the scan. Now my stupid fear of white coats means my baby is dead.

Why didn’t I just go with Sadie to the hospital for a scan like she offered?

A tear slides down my cheek. I know I should brush it away. No weakness in front of alphas. But right now I can’t seem to care about my biggest rule. “I should have…”

Garrison thumbs my tear away. His fingers sweep under my hair and his large palm settles there, cradling the nape of my neck. It’s warm, not calloused like Vaughn’s, but strong. I don’t have any strength left in my body, so I lean into him, wanting to steal some of his.

His hazel gaze hooks mine. With the flames flickering from the fireplace, it seems more flecked with amber than usual. Like sparks of gold. “Listen to me. We’re going to go to the private clinic and Sadie will see you. I’m sure she told you she would see you anytime. Did she?”

“She did.” My chest is tight, more tears threatening to fall.

Please let my baby be okay. I can’t lose anymore. I just can’t.

Garrison nods firmly. “Then we’ll go. She’ll do tests and confirm everything is okay. Do you want me to carry you, or can you walk?”

I love the fact he thinks I have legs to carry me from A to B. Because right now? If someone told me that my legs had upped and left the building, I would believe them.

“I’m not…” My voice breaks. I’m not strong enough to do this.

If something is wrong, I really think this would break me.

“It will not break you.”

I startle.

Please tell me I didn’t say all that out loud. Please tell me I didn’t just show weakness in front of an alpha.

His hand firms up on the back of my neck and the look in his eyes is determined. “Whatever happens, you will get through this and you will not be alone. I promise you that, Resa. You will survive this.”

His promise is carved of solid titanium. It’s tangible and so real I swear I can touch it. I grapple onto it, holding on with everything I have.

“Now, can you walk, or can I carry you?” His voice is calm. An oasis of perfect stillness.

I hate what I am about to say.

But I hate the fact I could lose my baby if I don’t lean on him like I need to.

“I don’t think I can walk.” My voice is a breath above a whisper.

His expression never changes. “Then I’ll carry you to the car. Sadie will be waiting with a stretcher or a wheelchair and I’ll help you into it. Is that something you can do?”

If it will save my baby. “Yes.”

“Is everything ready?” Garrison confuses the hell out of me since he’s looking right at me when he speaks.

“Car ready, engine running,” Vaughn responds.

We’re not alone.

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