Page 52 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

I didn’t look up, instead focusing on the way that Killian’s fingers were soothingly rubbing back and forth across my knuckles, calming my panicked response. I could practically feel that Oliver and the doctor were glaring at each other, and I knew that I should speak up and explain exactly what had happened. She clearly knewsomething, based on how she had brought up my nest, but the full details were clearly still a mystery to her.

I just...couldn’t bring it up. My mind rejected talking about it. I wasn’t going to. I wasn’t.

“Very well, then,” the doctor said crisply. She set something down on the table—a card, I saw when I glanced out of the corner of my eye—and then I heard footsteps. “If anything comes up, and I mean anything, call me immediately. This is a very delicate situation, and if she takes a turn for the worst, things could go very badly very quickly.”

She left the room, and a second set of footsteps followed. I could tell without looking up that Oliver was the one who’d followed her out of the room. I let out a shaky breath as his scent dissipated slightly from the air, and Killian squeezed my hand.

“This is going to fucking suck, isn’t it,” I muttered.

I chanced a peek up at him, and he offered me a small, humorless smile as Emmett joined him on the other side of me, rubbing my back with a gentle hand.

“We’re here for you every step of the way,” Killian said softly.

27

Oliver

She looked awful, and it was my fucking fault.

The guilt that flooded through me as I accompanied the doctor out of the house made my stomach twist, and I made sure nobody was paying attention to me when I slipped back into the house and quickly made my way up to my room.

I cast a guilty glance towards the closed door to the nest before I made my way into my bedroom, and when the door was shut behind me, I rested my back and head against the wood, letting out a low groan.

Since Killian brought Lilah back to the house, I had been wavering between the desire to storm into his room and yank her out of his bed, and run away from the house altogether. In the former situation, my instincts could decide whether I wanted to yank her out of his bed to throw her out of the house myselfor so that I could pull her intomybed and make it up to her for everything I’d done.

The worst part was that I didn’t even know what I could do to make it up to her at this point.

I could feel the pain my omega was feeling through the faint bond in my chest, and one of my hands rose to rub over the spot, a soft moan of discomfort rumbling through me as I felt exactly what my presence had done to Lilah.

Things would be easier if I were gone. I could shift and slink away when nobody was paying attention. I wasn’t even sure if they would notice that I was gone, at least for a few days.

I grimaced. But what about the pack? I couldn’t just have to keep my duties as Prime, no matter how much better off they would be without me...

A gentle knock on my bedroom door startled me before I could get too much further down that particular line of thinking. I sighed and stood up, smoothing the front of my shirt and straightening the nonexistent wrinkles before I and opened the door.

Emmett was standing there, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. He looked up at me with a spark of empathy in his dark eyes, and I couldn’t stop myself from grimacing again as I stepped to the side and allowed him into my room.

“You’re not okay,” he stated plainly the moment the door was shut behind him.

“What on Earth gave you that impression?” I asked drily, walking over and sinking heavily onto my bed.

Emmett sat on my bed next to me, and after a moment, I let out a low growl of frustration and glanced around my room. “She’s never going to forgive me, is she?” I murmured.

Despite the fact that I had been the one to reject her in the first place, the thought of her never forgiving me, of never being able to see her in the bedroom that I was looking around, of never having her in my bed, happy and sated andmine, sent a pang of frustration and longing through me.

“I never took you for a fatalist,” Emmett remarked.

“You saw how she looked at me down there, Emmett,” I said, my voice despaired. My heart thumped unevenly at the thought of her wounded look as she kept glancing over at me while Lisa examined her. I think she thought she was being subtle, but I knew every time her eyes were on me, filled with hurt and betrayal.

It hurt. No matter the fact that I had brought this on myself, it fuckinghurt.

“I didn’t think you were afraid of a little bit of hard work,” Emmett said, looking at me. I steadfastly didn’t look back at him, though I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face. “Do you want her to forgive you?”

The curiosity in his voice made me raise my head and look at him finally, and I chewed the inside of my cheek for a moment before letting out a slow breath. I hated this. Ihatedfeeling so uncertain. This was fuckingawful.

“I think I made a mistake,” I finally admitted, my voice soft. “By rejecting her. I should have heard her out instead of letting my emotions get the better of me.”

Emmett nodded, not saying anything, which gave me the courage to continue. “But I’ve hurt her so badly.” My voice was small—again, making my stomach twist with humiliation—and I let out a shaky sigh. “I don’t know how we move forward from this.”

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