Page 10 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
Compared to humans, demi-humans heal quicker and are harder to kill. Betas have hardened skin, enhanced sight, smell, and hearing. They’re fast and clever. They can still be injured, and even killed if hurt badly enough.
Alphas are on another level. Beyond massive damage to the brain, extreme blood loss, decapitation, or eviscerating their bodies, they’re indestructible.
Blood Lust is the exception.
It’s the number one killer of Alphas. Anyone unfortunate to be nearby when they slip under its influence is dead meat.
Jason didn’t stand a chance.
Her gaze flits away to avoid letting me see them glisten with unshed tears.
“Jeez, Everlyn. Why didn’t you reach out?”
“I didn’t want to bother you…” she trails off with a grimace.
I lick my lips and nod. “Don’t be silly. You need support and people who care about you.”
She nods, and a single tear spills over.
“I know. If I’m honest, I was coming in here to have a good cry,” she admits.
My chest tightens further.
“Where is he?” I shuffle her out of the supply closet and into the flicker fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor.
“Intensive Care Unit.”
I bite my lower lip to stop myself from swearing.
The ICU is a restricted zone.
The military doesn’t permit Omegas to be in the same room as Alphas. Incidents of ‘bite first, ask questions later’ could happen.
For all the negative things I could say about The Omega Division, our safety as vulnerable unmated Omegas always comes first.
There are plenty of flexible rules on the base we skirt around. Restricted zones are not part of that flexible rule paradigm. Restricted zones keep us safe.
There is a real possibility I could encounter an unmated Alpha in the ICU. I haven’t ever been alone with one. The closest I get is when they pass the warehouse in armored vehicles, heading to the front lines.
“He had surgery, and it went well, but it’s hard.” My heart aches for my friend, and I wrap my arm around her shoulder. “I just needed a bit of a break, ya know?”
“There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I’m a trauma doctor, I’m supposed to be able to handle this.”
“No one expects you to.”
“I better be getting back,” she mumbles.
“I’ll walk with you,” I say, and steer us along the red line painted on the floor that will lead us to the ICU.
An idea forms in my mind. A really stupid one that could get me into a lot of trouble.
But I won’t leave my friends to suffer.
My Omega instincts won’t let me.
Chapter Three
