Page 15 of Capturing Their Omega

“So, I told her that she could work at the store as a way of paying you back.”

“Fantastic.” He kills the engine and unstraps his seatbelt.

I do the same.

“I know how much she loves to read and spend time in the bookstore. It'll be good for her. Besides, we both like having her around, so we can make this a thing where she feels like she's working to pay off the pills,” Jeremiah says and opens his door.

We step out of the car and head into the pharmacy.

“Jeremiah Jackson,” the man behind the counter calls out with a welcoming smile as we approach him. “My man!”

They shake hands with warm grins on their faces.

“Good to see you, Phillip,” Jeremiah says to him.

“Hey, Phil,” I chip in.

“Eric,” he gives me a slight nod.

I wonder why Jeremiah didn't tell me at first that it was Phil's place we were coming to. Phillip is an Omega and also one of Jeremiah's friends.

Not all Omegas are female. There also are male Omegas. They're just a little smaller and less powerful than the regular males. Because of this, they can be with Alpha women or Alpha men. Phillip is paired already. He has a mate. The mark on his neck clearly indicates that he's taken. However, I don't know who his mate is.

“What brings you two Jackson brothers around these parts?” he asks.

“I'm glad you asked.” Jeremiah steps forward. “We have a situation on our hands, and we need your help.” He stretches out his hand, and I place the pill in his palm. Jeremiah sets the pill on the countertop. “We need a refill on this. I don't have the prescription or anything, but the person who this is for really can't live without it.”

I watch Phil's countenance change to alarm within seconds as he sees the pill. It's almost like he recognizes it.

Instantly, Phil grabs the pill and hides it in his hand, fear palpable in his gaze.

“Are you crazy?” he whispers through gritted teeth and shoves the pill into a drawer, looking around as if he’s hoping no one saw it.

“What're you doing, man?” Jeremiah asks, shocked by this behavior.

“What am I doing?” Phil frowns at him. “Do you not know what this is?”

Jeremiah and I exchange confused glances.

“Who else knows that you brought this pill here?” he inquires.

“No one,” Jeremiah replies.

“Good,” he says and heads toward the back office. “Come with me.”

Again, we look at each other and follow him.

“Phil, what's going on?” Jeremiah asks him. “Your behavior is starting to concern me.”

“You should be concerned,” he says to him, “because if you get caught in possession of that pill, you could end up in jail.”

“Jail?” my brother and I chorus in bewilderment.

“Okay, first things first; where the fuck did you get that pill?” he asks, displaying his discomfort.

“I told you a friend of ours takes them all the time,” Jeremiah answers. “What the hell is the big deal about the medication anyway?”

“The big deal is that it is fucking TX-Max!” he hushes his voice as he speaks.

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