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“I’m following protocol,” I said with absolute confidence. “You’re not authorized to be here. Now leave.”
A cruel laugh sent globs of spittle flying across my cheek. “You’re not a real doctor, sweetie. Just a fucking pity hire that’s nice to look at.”
He edged closer, his chest expanding as he unleashed his alpha, demanding submission.
Reyhan paled, leaning heavily against the table as his knees buckled.
A strangled groan escaped Amir.
Nausea twisted my innards. Risking a sharp breath through my mouth, the sulfur poison of a thousand burning matches scalded my tongue. Garvey’s pheromones were out of control.
But I stood firm.
He was nothing compared to the men in my life.
Nothing.
Everything about him was lacking, from his height to his intelligence to the quality of his character—but especially his dominance.
“Doc…” Amir slumped further to the side, grabbing onto the back of my fleece vest for support. “Gonna be… Think I’m gonna…”
Despite his trembling hands, Reyhan caught Amir before he fell off the table. “Hold on, it’ll be okay.”
Turning, I propped Amir up with my shoulder.
“Get security,” I ordered.
Reyhan hesitated. “You should go.”
“He’s an omega. I’m not leaving.” My voice was resolute, as close to a bark as I could manage. “Nowgo.”
Reyhan wanted to protest, but he couldn’t. Garvey would have to violate omega protection law to get past me.
A sacrifice I was willing to make.
“Fuck,” Reyhan spat and darted out of the tent.
A thick gurgle sounded in Amir’s throat. Fisting the edge of the table with one hand, he clamped the other over his mouth as his stomach roiled.
Again, I couldn’t be sure if he was nauseated due to a concussion or pheromone exposure. Garvey’s tantrum was making my job ten times harder than it needed to be.
“Hold on,” I said, easing Amir onto his side.
Once I was sure he wouldn’t roll off the edge, I searched through the supply cabinet.
Gauze, scissors, anesthetic freeze spray, latex gloves…
Where the hell were the bio-hazard waste bags?
Amir retched, spluttering into his hand, doing his best to hold on.
“Get the fuck on with it!” Garvey walloped Amir’s back with his fist. “Puke and get back on the field.”
“Donottouch him.” I dodged between them, gripping Amir by the shoulders, shielding him with my body. Unleashing a furious glare over my shoulder, control so close to slipping, I yelled, “Stop it! Before you do something—”
“Move, bitch.” Garvey grabbed my wrist and pulled, trying to get me away from Amir. I fought back, digging my nails into the underside of the exam table, heels planted firmly in the turf, refusing to budge.
“The fuck?” Amir slurred. “She’s…an omega…”
