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Kellan’s stomach rumbled, but he had no questions, so Markus cleaned him up, and we got ready to go.

“Thank you, Markus. For everything.”

“You’re welcome. Now go feed your omega. My goodness.”

Chapter Twenty

Kellan

I couldn’t sit around forever taking up space and using resources without trying to do something to help out. Locke had encouraged me to take it easy while I was pregnant, insisting he only wanted me to take care of myself and the baby.

But after a while, my worries about what might happen to the baby if there was anything wrong in me became overwhelming. Locke had also been a captive at one time, and he didn’t know what he’d been injected with either. Anyone who could manage to add a semi-psycho bear to an omega was capable of almost anything. There was so much we didn’t know, including who had let me escape and why. Had it been an accident?

The sanctuary was gearing up for more omegas to be freed in one way or another, and that kept Locke and the others busy, but all I was doing was wandering around and trying to find ways to be helpful.

I needed a job that was mine and mine alone. Something where people would rely on me. Both because it was unfair to the others not to do this but also because it would be good for my self-esteem. I was starting to look like I was smuggling a basketball under my shirt. I was not vain, but I did miss being able to see my own cock. And my feet.

At this size, and as the proud owner of a pair of sore feet and swollen ankles, there were a limited number of things I could probably do. In this quest, I sat down with a piece of paper and a pen and made a list of possible jobs for a pregnant omega who might have damaged DNA or blood cells or just about anything.

Cooking was not an option because it involved a lot of standing and I was terrible at it. Ditto for baking. Gardening—the belly would prevent me not only from bending but seeing anything right in front of me. I didn’t have the education to do anything too complex, but then I thought, all those cameras watching the perimeters? Valuable security people were watching the feed. If I did that, they would be freed up to go out and do more important things.

“So, I thought I could do this,” I told my alpha. “Instead of just waddling around here doing nothing but eating everything in sight. It’s not even good for me to do that.”

A long silence followed my proposition, and I began to shift in my seat, expecting him to point out that there were others more qualified to do it. But then, to my pleasure and pride, he smiled. “That’s a great idea. Do you know how to operate the equipment?”

“Not yet.” And that would be the deal-breaker. I tensed, waiting to be told to just go sit down and take it easy.

“Then, let’s go and get one of the security people to show you. I’m so proud of you, omega.”

I trailed after him down the hallway, amazed that this had been so easy. I’d expected an argument or discussion. My education had ended at fourteen.

“Enjoy, my omega is here to take a turn watching the feeds. Would you give him a lesson on how we do that? Then, you’ll be able to start on the project you’ve been interested in.”

“That’s amazing. Thanks, Locke.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank Kellan. Now, you sit right down here in the chair, and Enjoy will get you started.” Locke settled against the wall, watching as the security guy showed me the various controls to adjust what the cameras showed us. How to record things of interest. What to watch for because we’d already learned that the humans had some control over animals and they might just send another bear.

Had they sent me as the bear to tear up the sanctuary?

If so, they were sadly disappointed.

After my shift, Locke, who’d left for his own work, returned to take me to dinner. And this time, instead of sitting like a rock while my alpha told me about his interesting life, I had stuff to talk about too.

“I saw a deer and thought maybe it was a shifter, so I called Enjoy and he went out and checked.”

“Was it a shifter?” Locke asked.

“No, but he thanked me for my alertness. Did you know a deer shifter is approximately 15 percent larger than the normal kind?” I went on for so long, I ran out of breath before my alpha gave me a big smile and a pat on the hand. “What?”

“You’re adorable when you are doing a good job.”

“Am I interrupting something?” Markus rapped on the doorframe. “I have your test results.”

Suddenly, my enthusiasm for my new job as security-camera-watching omega waned. I pushed my plate away and folded my hands in my lap. If the healer came to us…it had to be bad news. “Go ahead and say it. There’s something wrong with me that is hurting the baby.”

“I didn’t say that.” He came in and handed a sheaf of papers to my alpha. “I know you both were worried that your exposure might be a problem, and I can’t guarantee everything for life, but I can tell you that all your values are in normal range. So far as I can tell, you’ve got one healthy little baby in there.” He smiled fondly at my bump. “Aren’t you, little person?”

“They kicked me. They like you,” I said, patting my tummy. “And that’s the best news ever in life.”

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