Page 85 of Captive Omega

“Excellent. We might be a small clinic without all the resources of a hospital, but we can recommend good people. Like OB-GYNs and therapists.”

I snort. “You have the subtlety of a door slamming. You know that, right?”

She smiles. “Sorry. It’s early and I’m only on my first cup of coffee. Give me an hour to work on my persuasiveness. I get better. Promise.”

“I’ll wait outside, okay?” Vaughn says, grabbing the door.

I nod. “Okay.”

She twists to face him. “I’d like to give Resa one more checkup, but I can’t see why she can’t leave after.”

I perk up. “I can leave?”

She turns back to me and reaches for the stethoscope hanging around her neck. “You can.”

I eye her warily as Vaughn shuts the door, giving us privacy. “Why do I have a feeling a but is coming?”

“My friend Isaura would like to see you.”

I think I see where this is going. “And is she the OB-GYN or the therapist?”

“I really needed that second cup of coffee this morning, huh?” Her smile is wry. “What do you say about meeting Isaura, my OB-GYN friend?”

A couple of days ago, I’d have shot her down without hesitation. After last night, I have to start thinking less about my fear of white coats and more about what my baby needs.

I wait for Sadie to finish checking my heart and my blood pressure. “Would I meet her here?”

“She would need to do some tests, and it’s better she does those here. We’ll have your blood and urine tests from the lab in the next couple of days, and she can go through them with you as well.”

I think about it for a little longer and I nod. “Okay.”

“Excellent. Then let’s get this examination out of the way and you can get home for some bed rest for the next couple of days.”

Firstly, it’s not home, and secondly, the thought of resting for the next two days is already making me feel claustrophobic and it hasn’t even started yet. I just got my freedom back. It has to happen, but bed rest does not fill me with joy.

“Isaura won’t wear a white coat,” Sadie assures me, returning me to the present.

I was kind of hoping everyone would forget all about my freakout. That doesn’t look like it’s going to happen anytime soon.

“Thanks. How long have you worked with Lucas Security?” I ask as she continues my examination.

“About five years now. I had a lot of big dreams when I was younger. I wanted to do everything, and being an ordinary beta meant I could do whatever I wanted.”

I startle, surprised. “What?”

“Being an alpha would mean everyone expected brilliance from me. If I was an omega, everyone would expect me to be beautiful. As a beta, I could just be me.”

What does this have to do with her working relationship with Lucas Security?

“And you wanted to be a doctor?”

She nods. “Dad was a consultant at a hospital, and I was a resident in another. We both wanted to work in medicine, but neither of us was doing the sort of medicine we dreamed of.”

“What changed?” It sounds like something did.

“Pack Lucas,” she says simply. “The reason we can afford the sort of equipment you’d find in a hospital short of a full operating theater or an onsite lab is because of them. Dad helped Garrison, and Garrison wanted to help him. So they got into this partnership.”

“This clinic belongs to Garrison?” I breathe, eyes wide.

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