Page 52 of Met Your Mate

"Sir, I need you to calm down," a man, an alpha in a white jacket, holds his hand up placatingly.

"Tell me what floor they are on!" I growl, stepping through the opening doors as soon as I fit.

Nick and the doctor join me with pinched brows. The unknown alpha nods and pushes the button I requested. At least he better have.

"Your... friend?" he clarifies, and Kate nods for me against my chest. "She hasn't regained consciousness. The team assigned to her pack is finding them a pack room and taking her to get emergency testing done."

The door opens and fucking thankfully I see Lucas and Casey following a hospital bed on wheels through the hall.

"WAIT!" I snap, running to them with Kate cursing and wiggling in my arms. I don't have the capacity to feel bad because I refuse to be separated from Freya ever again.

"I have to be with her," I force through gritted teeth trying to catch a look at the platinum blonde omega being rushed through a set of doors.

"Beckett?" Kate tries to get my attention, but it's no use. I refuse to let her go. To let either of them go.

"Beckett! Breathe!"

An alpha bark from an evenly matched alpha.

Lucas.

But my alpha flares and I bare my teeth at the dark-haired fucker who dares stop me from getting to Freya.

"Stand down, NOW!"

The command snaps through the air, forcing air into my lungs slowly and my muscles to loosen.

"Set Kate down right the fuck now before I make you."

Nick.

I do as he says, but surprisingly, my omega just stands in front of me with a look of concern.

Another doctor is talking to Ronan. "Mr. Hart, your room is right down this way. Ms. Hope will be in your pack room once she is thoroughly checked out. We need to get you all looked at."

Like a fucking predator, I watch Ronan nod and turn to his pack to take them away. Away to where Freya will go.

"No," I snarl, taking a step forward only for Kate to place a palm on my cheek.

"Beck, honey. What do you need?" No judgement. I detect nothing but pure concern from my mate.

I choke on the words, but I force them out with everyone staring at me. "I-I can't be far from Freya. Please. I just can't—I don't… I can't—won't?—"

Kate's voice rings through the hall with authority that stops my frantic rambling. "Pack rooms next to each other, please. Or you'll have a feral alpha and his omega rampaging through your hospital."

I'm a mess of crossed wires and an entire fucking entity trying to merge with me and get to Freya. But my omega's next statement calms my misfiring instincts.

"We will be right next to her when she comes out, but she'll need space with her mates for a bit. Come lay with me while they finally fucking feed us?" My spunky girl bats her lashes at me before sending a piercing glare at the nurses around us.

When she grabs my hand and pulls me to the large room with hospital beds, I calm once I hear Elliott's deep rumble filtering through the wall.

"Freya will be okay," Kate whispers, pushing me into the nearest bed and snuggling into my side. "And I'm here whenever you're ready to tell me."

I close my eyes, avoiding Nick's glare burning into my temple, and release a heavy breath.

The three words come tumbling out for my pack to assess. Similar to the three words the kind woman at the orphanage told me when I was four. I tell my pack who Briar is, and the destroyed soul I've lived with my entire life.

I tell them what I so desperately need to tell Freya when she wakes up. Because she will wake up. She has to.

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