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“Then it won’t be normal for us either,” I finish for him.

He doesn’t respond, but the look in his eyes says enough.

Chapter 42

Stone

The morning sun filters through the windows, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. I haven’t slept. None of us have. The house is finally quiet, though the sweet scent of omega heat still lingers in the air, not as overwhelming as before but present enough to keep us on edge.

Jax paces by the window, his usually pristine appearance showing signs of strain. His shirt is wrinkled, dark circles under his eyes matching my own. We’ve been waiting, watching, listening to the silence that fell over the house just before dawn.

The sound of tires on gravel makes us both tense. I check the security feed on the tablet—it’s Dr. Greene’s familiar sedan pulling up the drive.

“She’s here,” I say, but it’s unnecessary. Jax is already moving toward the door.

Dr. Greene steps out of her car, medical bag in hand. She’s exactly as I remember—tall, professional, beta. Her dark hair is pulled back in a neat bun, her expression neutral as she approaches. But there’s something in her stride that suggests urgency.

“Stone. Jax.” She nods to each of us as she reaches the porch. Her nostrils flare slightly, and I see the moment she catches thescent lingering in the air. Her eyebrows lift. “I see what you mean about the intensity.”

Well, that just confirms I’m not going insane. For abetato smell that delicious sweetness Hailey’s been emitting must mean she’s a particularly strong omega. Her scent is overpowering, even for those with less sensitive noses.

Jax opens the door wider, letting the doctor in. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”

She steps inside, her clinical gaze taking in our appearances. “Of course. Though I must say, I’m surprised. According to my records, Finn isn’t due for a heat for at least another two weeks. And you’ve never had trouble managing his pre-heats before.”

I exchange a look with Jax. This is the part we need to handle carefully.

“Actually,” I start, but she’s already setting her bag down, her professional demeanor shifting into something more concerned.

“The pheromone levels in here are unusually high,” she observes, glancing between us. “How long has this been going on? You both look like you haven’t slept, and given how you’re reacting to his pre-heat…” She trails off, frowning. “This isn’t typical for either of you.”

“Dr. Greene,” Jax says, voice tight with control. “There’s something you need to know. It’s not Finn.”

She pauses in the middle of opening her bag. “Not Finn?”

“We have another omega,” I explain, watching her reaction. “She’s…new to the pack.”

Dr. Greene straightens slowly, her expression shifting from surprise to professional concern. “Another omega? You’re no longer bonded to Finn? When did this happen? And why wasn’t I informed sooner?”

“It’s complicated. Finn’s still with us,” Jax says quietly.

Her eyes widen slightly, professional mask slipping for just a moment. Two omegas in one pack? Her gaze darts between us, andI can see the questions forming behind her carefully controlled expression.

She takes a breath, composing herself. “I see.” Her tone is carefully neutral now. “How new is she to the pack?”

I feel Jax tense beside me. We both know what she’s really asking. How legal is this? How much does she need to know?

“Recent,” I say simply. “And she needs help. The pre-heat hit hard and fast. Nothing like we’ve seen before.”

Dr. Greene’s lips press into a thin line as she processes this information. I can almost see her weighing her professional obligations against whatever she’s thinking about our unusual situation. Finally, she picks up her bag again. “Where is she now?”

“Upstairs,” Jax says, gesturing toward the stairs. “With Finn.”

She pauses, one foot on the bottom step. “WithFinn,” she repeats slowly. Another careful breath. “And how is he handling this?”

“Better than we are,” I admit, running a hand over my jaw. The stubble there reminds me of how long we’ve been up.

She studies us for a moment longer, then nods decisively. “I’ll need to examine her. And I’ll need a full medical history.”

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