Page 50 of The Alpha: Part Three
The omega health side is a completely different atmosphere than the birthing center. We didn't have two separate sections for birthing and omegas at the hospital I worked at before. Male omegas are rare so our staff focused mostly on female omegas. There were male omega specialists on payroll, but only one or two. This place has separate offices for male and female omegas, as well as a connected mental health ward specifically for omegas.
“I don't think I've been to a facility where omega health and well-being is taken as seriously as it is here.” I look down at the packet I've been taking notes on during the tour. “There are so many dedicated offices and departments.”
Obi beams with pride. “We're the best in any territory. We provide care for omegas from everywhere. The Graves Foundation provides a lot of support. We're very lucky. I'm sure Claire has told you all about The Omega House she and Elizabet have organized?”
“She has,” Seth answers. “It's a really great thing.”
Obi nods. “It is. The original thought was that the rescued omegas might be too stressed and overwhelmed to stay here at the hospital. Then it grew into an entire facility for their recovery. Devon and Trent especially are pushing to add on a combat training area. And they're pressing Jasper and Talia to plan out and lead the program.”
“Good,” Seth says, linking his fingers with mine. “Good.”
Obi walks us down to the cafeteria and we have lunch together, then he walks us to the lobby. Before we leave he gives me a hard look. “You only have a few weeks left, Desir'ee. I expect you to rest. I expect you to nest. I do not want to hear of you doing anything strenuous. Am I clear?”
I roll my eyes, but agree.
“Am I clear?” Obi looks at each of my alphas in turn.
“All clear.”
“Crystal.”
“Of course.”
He claps his hands and then rubs them together. “Good. Alright. Go home. I'll come to you if you need anything. We'll do another check-up in two weeks. You can let me know if you want to come back here or if you'd like a home visit.”
Chapter twenty
Seth
Nathan got a hit on the huge rogue compound in the Northern territory. The team he sent up there to get an idea of the size of the thing was able to record significantly more than just the size and layout from their position.
We knew the facility would be big, but this thing is an absolutely massive structure closed in by triple-layer fencing and electric gates. One large building and five smaller buildings. Two of them appear to be barracks. For rogues from the look of them, not omegas.
Based on the footage we have, the omegas are housed in the larger main building. They are brought out in groups once a day and to walk around the track running along the interior of the perimeter, then they're marched right back inside.
They're thin and dull. The information provided to us by most of the omegas that have been recovered doesn't point to malnutrition. Every omega has been very transparent about the fact that the rogues provided adequate food and water, some even mentioned that the food was good. The rogues are careful to keep them functionally healthy. They are thin and dull, gaunt in some cases, because of stress, sadness, and probably straight-up terror.
They have been taken, separated from their families and everything they know. Some have been stolen from their rightful packs and ripped away from their alphas. Some have possibly left children behind when they were taken. It makes me nauseous. That's what I was almost involved in. That's what my father was pushing me to become, one of those rogue alphas who just takes and takes and takes.
And then redistributes.
For money.
“Hey,” Desie says, stepping in front of me and wrapping my arms around her.
I bend down to bury my nose against the side of her neck, grateful for her distraction. “Thank you.”
“What's the plan?” Michael asks. “Suit us up. We know how these mother fuckers fight. Send us in.”
Nathan goes back to the aerial view of the compound and zooms in on the back corner. “That's the important entrance, not the big gate. That's where the important trucks go. The supplies and things go in through the big gate, but the omegas go in through the smaller one. We need someone on the inside.”
“Send us,” Ben says. “Think about that shit that happened on the way here. Those rogues thought we were with them and trusted us. Send me and Michael in. We'll get them out.”
Nathan turns in his chair and considers Ben then Michael, but he looks at Seth. “We could.”
“No.”
Ben and Michael both whip their heads around, outrage clear on their faces.
