Page 35 of Dream Girl
They’d done a lot of things to her when she was a teenager. It could have left her with health issues.
“I’m going with her,” I demanded, not letting go of her hand. I needed her to be okay.
“It’s okay, let them do their jobs,” Evan said, prying my hand from hers.
“But–” I stood there as they continued moving,with my Grace.
No, they couldn’t take her from me. Not again.
“Why don’t we go do the paperwork,” an alpha nurse said firmly. She sat me down in a waiting area with a tablet.
I wanted to stay with Grace. The form on the tablet was partially populated with all sorts of things. An address I didn’t recognize. A blood type. A partially incorrect birthdate. Me.
Mate: Wesley Lawson, Alpha
“Evan…”
My omega put an arm around me and leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. “So, I got a record going for her last night. It’s nowhere near done, but hopefully it’ll hold for now.”
“How do you even…” While I’d taught Evan a lot, he couldn’t create a government identity for someone.
Evan chewed on his lower lip. “Sometimes the Center gives omegas new identities. I used someone I trust implicitly.”
“Oh. That makes sense.” Not that the idea of an illegal record seemed any better than no record. “Gamma?” I didn’t know much about them.
“You didn’t see her slap Brennan. That was a total gamma move. I had to put her down as something, and that made the most sense with the information I have. I know it won’t hold up on a major scan, but we’ll build that in somehow,” he whispered. “We have to protect our Grace.”
Grace had slapped Brennan? No wonder he was in a mood. I wasn’t sure what slapping alphas had to do with designations, though.
“Let’s go over this together. Then, I need to call Spencer. I told Jett the same story you told Brennan. We’re going to need to brief Grace when she wakes. Lexi is right, this could get serious, quickly,” Evan said.
“You keep sayingour.” I looked at him, part of me pleased he liked her so much.
“Do you not like it?” His look went amused.
Oh, I did. Too much. All night I kept thinking about what Evan said about him watching her take my knot while she sucked his cock.
“Right now, you have to think like her mate, because in the eyes of the law youare,” Evan told me. “I don’t know the staff here like I do at General or the hospital at my Center.”
Think like a mate. I nodded. “Grace likes pink and cookies.”
Evan chuckled. “She told me green. She’s older now. Her favorite ice creamiscookie dough.”
We went through the forms, then Evan left to make some calls. There were so many things I knew about Evan that I didn’t knowabout Grace, things a mate would know. Not to mention, I didn’t actually feel her like I did Evan.
I felt something though–little flickers through my still-raging headache.
Finally, the doctor came over to me. “Wes Lawson?”
I stood. “Can I see her?”
“Grace has had a couple of seizures. We’re getting some scans and running her bloodwork. Does she have a history of seizures? Her medical records are not very robust. We do have her records from the Center.” His tone dripped with judgment.
“I don’t think so.” I shook my head, not remembering her ever mentioning that. Of course, they didshockher when she was teenager.
“I see.” He asked me a few more questions.
“Can I see her? Will she be okay? When can I take her home?” I pressed, worry burrowing within me.
