Page 77 of Knot Only His

“Something’s wrong.” My medical training kicks in as I catalog her symptoms. “This isn’t a normal fever.”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Oliver leans closer, trying to catch her mumbled words.

“Carver.” Her eyes snap open, glassy and unfocused. “Please, I need Carver. He’s...”

My heart sinks as Oliver’s jaw clenches. But before either of us can respond, her eyes roll back and she goes limp.

“Harlow!” I check her pulse again, it’s weak, but there. “Call Dr. Samuels. Now!”

Oliver fumbles for his phone while I check she’s still breathing. I hold her cheek, her skin burns against my palm as I listen.

“Tell her something’s triggering a severe physiological response,” I tell Oliver as he paces, phone pressed against his ear, talking to the doctor.

“Or her body is fighting our scents,” he finishes grimly as he disconnects the call. “Or us.”

“Is she on her way?”

Oliver nods.

I swallow hard, suddenly her chest lifts and she gasps.

I stare at Oliver. “We need to call Carver.”

“No. This might be her heat starting.”

“Oliver, we have to—”

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it.” He groans into his phone, “Call Carver Sinclair.”

I gather Harlow closer, monitoring her vitals as Oliver’s voice fills the room. “Sinclair? Get here. Now. It’s Harlow.”

Her fingers weakly grip my shirt as she drifts in and out of consciousness.

I press my forehead to hers, my chest aching. “Hold on, little omega. Help is coming.”

Chapter 19

Parker

I pace the length of the bedroom, watching Harlow writhe on her nest. Her skin glistens with sweat, dark curls plastered to her forehead. My hands clench and unclench.

“She needs to go to the hospital,” Asher mutters, checking her pulse again. “This isn’t right.”

Dr. Samuels sweeps into the room with Oliver, her white coat swishing. One look at Harlow and she’s pulling out her stethoscope, pressing it over Harlow’s chest.

“Hold her up for me,” she asks Asher.

Asher holds Harlow against his chest. Her eyes flutter open for a moment, but my heart plummets when I see they are vacant andglazed.

“Okay, we need to get her to the hospital.” She pulls out her phone, hitting her contacts name. “Hello, this is Dr. Samuels. I need a private room prepared immediately. I’m seeing signs of an omega awakening, but the patient’s body is failing to adapt.” She pauses, listening. “Yes, it could be age-related, but...” Her sharp eyes scan the room. “Has she been using designation blockers?”

I shake my head. “We don’t...we haven’t known her that long.”

“She thought she was an alpha,” Oliver says from his position by the window. “Her boyfriend. I mean, her ex-boyfriend was convinced she was one too. But I could smell her omega scent the first time we met.”

Dr. Samuel’s eyebrows shoot up. “An alpha male believed she was an alpha? For how long?”

“Years,” Oliver replies. “They dated for eleven years at least. And apparently, her alpha designation showed when she was fifteen years old.”

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