Page 37 of Feral Alphas

My pussy is sore, but strangely void without his knot, and I whimper.

“Hello, Rose. My name is Leslie.”

I twitch to find a woman in pale blue scrubs sitting next to my bed.

“Where is he?” I demand. An identification bracelet with an embedded chip slides down my wrist when I lower my arm.

She smiles kindly. “The agent who helped you has gone.”

“Agent?”

“Yes, he was from the Omega Crimes Bureau, and he helped you through your heat. Do you remember the raid on the fighting ring?”

I swing my legs over the bed and nod. My body feels drained, like I haven’t eaten in a few days or something.

“You went into heat, and Agent Colt helped you relax.”

I snort. Relax? That’s a mild word for the life-changing thing that happened. There’s not even a speck of cum left on my legs, and I feel like I’ve been cheated of something. “Did you clean me up?”

“Yes. I’m sorry for touching you without permission, but that volume of semen would be painful to remove once dry.” For some reason, her talking about volumes like it was excessive makes me feel warm inside.

I lever myself off the bed and walk to the window, rolling up the blind. “I’m not in heat anymore, am I?” I rest my hand against my stomach, which no longer feels hot and achy.

“No, we used a sedative to shorten it because you were in distress. We also used an anti-pregnancy serum—even though you didn’t catch and the agent used a condom, it’s a risk any time you’re knotted in heat.”

Leslie throws me a gentle smile. “You may feel a little sad, which is perfectly normal for an omega. But that sort of thing is best done when you have a pack to take care of you.”

I hate that she’s reading my mind, but it’s also reassuring that for once my body is responding in a normal way—I think.

“What’s a catch?” I loosen the fuzz of hair that used to be a braid and finger comb it out.

My new companion fetches me a brush out of a drawer, and I thank her quietly. “It’s an internal response omegas can get during sex, especially heats. It often leads to pregnancy.” Maybe that’s why I don’t know about it, I never had a heat before.

She taps the logo over her left breast. “You’re currently in the Darinian Omega Center and you can stay here for as long as you need to recover. It seems you’ve come from a disadvantagedsituation, so we’re here to help you manage your trauma, return to full health, and if you want it, to look for a permanent pack.”

Yeah, because being held captive and lied to all my life is simply a disadvantage. I wrinkle my nose and tug at the knots. “I want to see Agent Colt.” He’s the only one who made me feel safe.

Leslie nods. “I’ll put in a request to the Bureau, but you must keep in mind he’s not your alpha, Rose. He volunteered to help you, as all agents are authorized to do.”

She’s wrong. He is my alpha. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, but I don’t think he’s the only one. “There were feral alphas at the fighting ring. What happened to them?”

“I don’t know, sorry. I’m not privy to the details of an OCB investigation.”

I grip the window ceiling to steady myself. The view outside shows a lot of grass on a city block, as well as a garden and watercourse with a gazebo. It’s more greenery than I’ve seen in one place, but all shielded by a giant wall with barbed wire on top. “Am I a prisoner here?”

Leslie gets up and comes to stand nearby. “The walls are to keep unwanted people out. You’re not a prisoner, but our mission is to keep omegas safe, so we can’t let you leave until there’s a plan in place to make sure there’s no repeats of what happened to you.”

My brows pop. “All for my safety? I’ve heard those lines before.”

She grimaces. “I’m sorry, Rose. I know you have no reason to trust us, but we aren’t like those places you’ve come from.”

“I’ll trust you if you get Agent Colt back here.”

She nods. “I’ll do my best, but paperwork takes a few days to go through. In the meantime, do you feel up to getting changed andtaking a tour of the facilities with me? We can also meet with some of the other residents if you’d like.”

I nod. A walk is an improvement on being stuck in my room, and so far she’s offered me more choices than the illegal center and Groms’ Kennels. I owe O-18 an apology.

Leslie shows me a cupboard with a variety of outfits in my size and I choose slacks and a long shirt that hangs to my mid thighs. I’ve had enough of showing my skin to last me for years.

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