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I haven’t been able to eat, and when I work, my mind is on autopilot while I stare at the computer screen.
It’s hell without Piper.
“I know,” Poe says. “But we’ll see her again soon. When Blair comes in today, we can?—”
He frowns when Avery yanks open the door to the cat room, his eyes wide and face flushed.
“Piper’s in the hospital.”
My world crashes down.
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PIPER
I’m notclose to my Heat, but since the hospital switched up my suppressant medication, they brought me a bunch of extra supplies just in case.
I curl up under a soft nesting blanket, doing my best to rest.
It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since I’ve been in the hospital, but I’m ready to go home.
That’s what I told my father when he texted me, demanding to know what happened. I simply replied that I had an infection, but they’ve already released me, and I’ll call him later.
My parents are the last people I want to speak with, and it’s time I went back to work.
Despite what Blair says, there’s always more to do regarding the rescue.
Hopefully, I can convince the doctors to discharge me today.
My fever is gone, and I’m refreshed from all the fluids they gave me. I’m sure the infection is gone by now, too. If not, I can just take antibiotics at home.
This is ridiculous.
I shift under the blanket, huffing with impatience.
I wonder if Blair told Poe, Avery, and Maddox yet.
She said they’ve been helping at the rescue, and I wonder exactly what they’re doing.
Poe doesn’t even like cats, so what the hell would he be doing there?
Let’s see them,my inner Omega begs.Please.
I miss their scents, and I crave their purrs.
I miss my Alphas.
My thoughts are interrupted by footsteps entering the room.
“So, you didn’t get sent home yet,” a voice says, and chills race down my spine. I sit up, meeting the disappointed face of my father, who looks down on me in disdain. He’s dressed in his usual attire—an expensive polo shirt and pressed khakis. His greying hair is slicked back, and his skin is sun-kissed, as if he’s been out golfing with his business friends.
“And they got you your…specialblankets.” He grimaces at my nesting supplies, as if disgusted by the thought that his daughter is an Omega.
“I told you I’m fine,” I say. “Why did you show up?”
“You lied to me,” he sighs. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”
I blink. “Okay, then what are you doing here?”
