Page 96 of Captive Omega

“Excellent. Now we will move onto the pelvis.”

I close my eyes, reminding myself that once this is all done, I can leave knowing everything is as it should be and nothing is wrong.

Isaura, finished now, peels off her gloves and smiles. “You can dress now. Everything looks good.”

And the last of my tension—and my fear—melts away.

She writes up a script for iron for me, and we schedule another appointment for next week. It’s one I don’t even think about saying no to.

“Just to check everything is going okay. I don’t usually see my patients again so soon, but you had a scare, and I’d like to follow up with you and ease anymore concerns you have.”

I agree.

By the time I leave the appointment, it’s approaching midday. Reassurance, it seems, is not a fast process.

Garrison, Vaughn, and a noticeably tense Blaine spin to face me the second I push the door open. They take one look at me and their shoulders relax.

“Everything okay?” Garrison asks, his gaze flicking from me to Isaura.

“Just have to take some iron.” I brandish the script.

It’s in Vaughn’s hand the next second. I’m not sure how when I didn’t see him move. “Awesome. We can pick this up for you on the way home.”

I’d been terrified going into this appointment. It hadn’t crossed my mind that they might be as well. The surprise must be the reason I forget to correct Vaughn when he says home.

“Come back with questions next time, Resa,” Isaura says, drawing me into a hug. “And we can tiptoe a little closer to preparing for the next few months, okay?”

I hoped to escape, planned to kill all alphas, but preparing to have a baby? I never quite reached that stage. Isaura is making it feel a little less scary with every word.

I smile. “Okay.”

By the time we pile back into the Hummer, it’s lunchtime. How do I know? My stomach reminds me that I skipped breakfast by letting out an epic growl.

I blush.

A Hummer is not a small car but I’m sharing the space with three men who couldn’t help but hear my growling belly.

Garrison is driving now. Blaine, sitting in the passenger seat, is quiet.

We’re halfway down the road when Garrison says casually, “Did you hear about that new burger joint down this way?”

And Vaughn says, “You know what? I’ve been meaning to try it out. Blaine?”

“I guess I could eat,” Blaine responds.

I have to look out my window to hide my smile because this is the worst attempt at casual I’ve heard in my life.

“Resa? You want to try out this place?” Garrison asks.

“I guess.” As if anyone could have missed my stomach.

He pulls into the drive-thru and orders burgers, fries, and shakes for us all. Bags get passed to the back, and I inhale two burgers and two lots of fries before we make it back to their mansion.

Along the way, we stop at a chemist and Vaughn jumps out, refusing to let me pick up my iron prescription.

I just sit in the backseat, stuffing my face.

No one eats as much as I do. But, like my epic growling belly, no one seems to notice.

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