Page 8 of Chosen Beta

“Ms. Cole?” an unfamiliar voice asks behind me.

“Yes?” I ask as I look around and find the owner of the uncertain voice standing in the doorway.

It’s the petite brunette nurse with the cart. I smiled at her on my way in here a little while ago. I have no idea what her name is.

She looks back down the hallway before she speaks again.“Um, Doctor Clarke told me to come and ask you if you can get a psychologist, for the patient in room nine.”

“Oh,” I murmur, realizing this ask is not just another problem to add to my ever-growing list.

If we need a professional to help the woman in room nine, then I’ll have to find one, A.S.A.P.

Too bad so many of them have affiliations with Warren Corvina, the recently imprisoned father of my Omega crush, who was using brainwashing techniques on his own daughter as well as who knows how many others through his network of clinics.

“Is that okay?” she asks, apparently waiting for an actual answer.

I nod and then hang the towel on the rack next to the sink.

“Is Doctor Clarke still with the patient now?”

“He is. I think he could use the psychologist today, if I’m being honest.”

She shrugs before she leaves the room, taking the cart down the hall in the opposite direction.

“That isn’t going to be possible,” I murmur under my breath.

Warren Corvina might have had specialists he could call on at a moment’s notice, but those people were being paid crazy amounts of money to do things that were unethical at best, and criminal at worst. It’s going to take more than a single phone call to get someone out here.

I bite down on my lower lip as I think about calling Brooke.

It feels like a shitty reason to call her after all this time.

That doesn’t matter if it helps the patient, but I’m not sure it will.

She told me they would call if they found out who else her father was brainwashing at the academy, and I trust that she’ll do that, even if I have been elusive on personal stuff.

That leaves the Alpha Alliance.

I bring up the email of my contact and I send him a message, asking for a personal recommendation of a good psychologist for one of the patients here.

I slip the phone into my skirt pocket after, knowing it might take a while for him to get back to me. The alliance cares about protecting people from predatory Alphas. They’ll do their due diligence to make sure we get the right person to look after our patient.

Stepping into the corridor, I make my way to room number nine at the end of the hallway.

There’s a window that looks out into the woods here, but the room itself is windowless.

The way this building was designed, there are a lot of windowless rooms on the lower floors, especially in this wing. It’s not ideal in general, but it’s probably a good thing if our patient is freaking out.

I peek into the room via the glass panel on the door.

It lets me see Doctor Clarke standing in front of the wall by the halfway open bathroom door.

He blinks as he spots me through that same panel, and I fight off the sexy feeling his stare gives me.

This really isn’t the time for delusional flights of fancy.

A patient needs our help.

I open the door, and he glances past me momentarily, before disappointment fills his expression, echoed in his tone when he speaks.

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