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“I’m going to have to buy a new car, aren’t I?” Tyde sighs. “Hollis made fun of me for it too.”
“Don’t listen to them,” I laugh. “They think I should buy a new car too.”
“Little Queen, how many times has Bertha decided to fuck you over?” Tyde asks.
“I plead the fifth,” I squeal, ducking around them to get my coat.
“Mmhmm, that’s what I thought,” he chuckles, following me. He pulls on a coat as well, and we shuffle back out the door toward Lars’ car.
“Shit, Caleb is going to want to know this is happening,” Lars says, texting his brother. “Just as I thought, he said he’ll meet us at the hospital.”
“Ugh, I’m sure it’s not that serious,” I complain. “He really didn’t need to leave work.”
“Yes, he did,” Lars says, opening my door and lifting me as usual. Tyde smirks as he gets into the back seat, watching us. “Neither one of us really needs to work, Little Warrior. We do it because we’d be really fucking bored otherwise. We also wanted to show our father that we could.”
“That’s a cute nickname,” Tyde muses. “It fits too.”
Lars rolls his eyes as he closes my door to hustle over to the driver seat, and then we’re on our way. The closer we get to our destination, the more my anxiety starts to spike. What if there’s something really wrong with me?
God, what if I’m defective? What the hell are these alphas going to do with a fucked up omega?
“Nova!”Tyde yells, jolting me out of my thoughts with a gasp. Lars reaches over as he glares over his shoulder, and squeezes my hand.
“That wasn’t called for,” he grunts.
“I couldn’t hear her call herself defective one more time,” Tyde growls. “I’m sorry I yelled, but you’re not defective. If anything, the issue lies with us, Nova. If you as an omega don’t feel completely safe with us, it’s possible that’s why you may be rejecting us. That is, if that’s what’s happening. I need a second opinion, or reasonable doubt that it’s not this and in fact something else.”
“Okay,” I wheeze, forcing myself to take a deep breath. “I’m kind of freaking the fuck out.”
“Right now, all I can feel is massive panic, but not necessarily why,” Lars says, his attention back on the road. He never stops rubbing my hand though.
“That’s expected since it’s new,” Tyde says. “I just can’t figure out why your inner omega would be worried about me.”
Shaking my head, I drop it back on the head rest. I have no idea why this is happening, unless it’s my heat that was the problem.
Gazing out the window, I play the age old game I have with myself. Happy images, good thoughts. It’s all I have to hold on to until I know for sure why my bond bite isn’t healing.
Chapter Twenty-Five
NOVA
Dr. Royal and Caleb are waiting for us when we arrive, and the doctor hustles us into a more private exam room.
“Hollis made it seem like this was really important,” he murmurs, his gaze making me squirm.
“I mean…it could be?” I squeak out. He’s very intense and it’s making me uncomfortable. “How important is a three week old bond bite that isn’t healing at all?”
Taking a deep breath, the exhale sounds like a growl before he stretches out the tendons in his neck.
“I would say it’s pretty damn important,” he sighs. “There’s infection to consider, feral alphas, and heats that could make an omega insane.”
“I didn’t bring her here for you to scare her,” Tyde grunts. “She had a really rough heat just after Hollis got hurt. Nova had a seizure, a panic attack because alphas were attacking her truck, and?—”
“Suicidal thoughts,” Lars finishes, taking the anger out of Tyde’s sails as he sags against the wall. Caleb’s eyes widen buthe doesn’t say a word, his arms crossed as he listens to the conversation.
Before, this would have made me think he didn’t care. I’m realizing now that he’s collecting information so that he can examine it. I still find it unnerving, because both brothers can be so still, you may forget they’re there but for their size.
“I went to a gynecologist last week, and he said I should suppress my heat until I’m able to get more comfortable with my alphas,” I rasp. “We didn’t exactly get off on the right foot.”
