Page 15 of Knot All is Forgiven

But then she shifts where she lay, and I get smacked in the face with the scent of chamomile tea.

Since childhood, I have had a mug of chamomile tea every night before bed. It started when I was about six years old and noticed my mother drinking it. I begged her for a sip and loved it, asking for my own mug each evening. It made me feel so grown up, and it became a part of my routine from then on. Even now, whenever I visit my mom, we have a mug together as we talk about our days.

And the newly minted Omega in front of me smells of chamomile tea.

She smells like mine.

All my hesitation gone, I pull one of her hands between both of mine, stroking the heated flesh. Her dark red hair is slicked with sweat, frizzing around her temples. They've cleaned off her makeup, revealing a smattering of freckles over her nose.

She's beautiful.

I thought so when I first saw her, but it's even more apparent now.

Now that she's mine.

Like a creep, but unable to help myself, I pull her hand towards my face and sniff her pressure point. A purr starts to rumble and tumble out of my chest. After a few moments, a deep sigh escapes Jordan's lips, but she still doesn't wake.

"Anything?" Nurse West says. I can only see her head as she pokes it through the doorway.

"Are all Omega rooms like this?"

She stands in the doorway in her mint green scrubs, propping her thin hips against the side. "What do you mean?"

"It's soulless," I grumble, looking from Jordan's sleeping form around the room. "It's depressing."

She laughs and shakes her head. "You've never mentioned this before, Dr. Valentine. But yeah, this is how they are all. Exceptfor the labor and delivery rooms. Those are just massive nests. Anyway," she says, turning her back to me. "Hit the call button if you need me, I suppose."

Once the nurse is gone, I kick off my shoes and do something stupid and reckless that could probably have them revoking my privileges at this hospital, but I don't care. Every one of my instincts is on fire to take care of the Omega in front of me, and I will do it.

I climb onto the bed with her, rolling her on her side so I can rest her head on my chest. Her soothing, floral scent immediately relaxes me, and a purr rolls through my chest. It's rusty. I haven't used it since my sister was a kid when I would purr to soothe her broken bones and heart. But it sure is getting a workout today.

It feels like so much, and yet so little time has passed, but one moment, Jordan is still, the soundtrack of her soft breathing the only noise in the room, and the next, she's blinking up at me with pretty, moss-colored eyes.

"How are you feeling, Omega?"

Chapter seven

"How are you feeling,Omega?" asks the handsome doctor who, for some unknown reason, is lying in a bed with me on his chest.

What happened?

Why am I in bed with Vick?

And why did he call me Omega?

"You look confused," he says gently. His voice jostles my head where I lay on his chest.

I am lying on his chest.

I scramble to sit up, and he bands his arm tighter around me, rooting me to the spot. "Just relax for a moment, Jordan. I know you have questions."

Understatement of the century.

"Where am I? Are we at the spa? Why are you at the spa with me?"

He chuckles, the sound soaking into me and heating me all over. "Do you regularly get IVs at the spa?"

I glance down at my hand, at the tube running to the port in the back of my hand. "No, but… It smells like eucalyptus and cucumber." I look around the room, finally taking in my surroundings. The stark, white walls. The uncomfortable, adjustable bed. Even the can lighting and fire alarm equipment on the walls. All of it screams hospital. "I've never been to a hospital that smells like the spa."

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