Page 34 of Capturing Their Omega

Blockers, outlawed, heat period…the thoughts all continue to race around in my head. My thoughts are spiraling out of control. Could my mother really have known about the pills? Could she really have knowingly suppressed my ability to shift, making me the subject of every joke?

Could she really have subjected me to a life of mockery and mediocrity? My heart says no, but my head, my head…. it says another thing. Leila has no reason to lie to me. She literally just saved my life. Could what she told me really be true?

Don’t be stupid, Cassie. You know the truth now,my subconscious mutters solemnly. Deep down within me, in the logical part of my brain, everything points at my mother.

There’s no way that she was unaware of the effects of the pill she constantly broke her back to pay for.

But why? For what reason?

It makes me wonder if there are any other secrets she might be keeping from me and why she gave me blockers, camouflaging them as something else.

I would normally trust my mother. But right now, I don’t know who to trust anymore or what to believe.

My gaze falls on the shiny little device resting on my purse across the room on the sofa—my phone.

I need to speak with Eric. Surely, he must have the correct explanation for all of this since he went with one of the last two pills in order to get a prescription for another bottle.

The bed makes a creaking sound as I get out of it. Placing my feet on the cold wooden floor, I walk hurriedly to the sofa, grab my phone, and dial Eric’s number with my heart in my mouth. My heart feels like it wants to burst out of my chest as I wait for him to answer.

“Holy fuck, Cassie! Where are you?” His voice crackles through the line, laced with concern and frustration.

“Eric,” I whisper, tears blurring my vision. “I need you.”

I hear a bit of a shuffling sound and the next voice I hear is Jeremiah’s. “Where are you?” he asks firmly.

I sniffle, wiping my nose with the back of my hand.So much for not crying anymore.

“I have no idea,” I blurt out helplessly. “I mean, I fainted, and the next thing I knew, I found myself in thisprivate clinic somewhere.Leila brought me here.”

Eric chips in, “Just send us your location Cassie. We’re gonna come get you.”

“Okay.” I nod, even though they can’t see me.

Everything will be fine…I think.

**

After thirty minutes of staring at the wall and willing myself not to think about the existential crisis that I’m in right now, the door bursts open and I see Jeremiah’s tense face. Eric is hot on his heels.

Their presence immediately soothes my restless soul.

“Cassie,” Jeremiah calls out softly, his eyebrows pinched together.

Whether it’s my red-rimmed eyes or my tear-stained face and trembling lips, I don’t know, but they both decide to give me a hug. I’m glad they decided to.

I press my face against Jeremiah’s chest, his presence calming me, while Eric’s grip on my shoulder keeps me grounded.

“I’m so sorry,” Eric whispers, planting a kiss on my forehead.

“What about the pills?” I ask, noting the way their bodies tense up.Something is wrong.

I withdraw from the hug, looking up first at Eric, then Jeremiah. The two boys have different personalities. Jeremiah is always calm, gentle, and firm, while Eric is funny and laid-back. However, there are some undeniable similarities between them.

Both Eric and Jeremiah make a certain kind of face when they have to break news that will probably hurt someone’s feelings. Their faces scrunch up a tiny bit, and their eyebrows furrow together. They also usually press their lips together.

That’sthe kind of face they’re both making right now as they stare down at me.

Shit.

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