Page 72 of Isla

Isla

Myeyeswereheavy as I tried my hardest to make them open, but I pushed through before panic slipped in and I yanked off the oxygen mask over my face.

Groaning as I sat up from my prone position. Looking around the white sterile room, my eyes rested on the needle in the back of my hand as someone moved the oxygen mask over my nose and mouth again.

I shook my head too quickly and pulled it off again.

“Shit,” I cried, my body heaving as I turned around and someone thrust a cardboard bowl in my hand. I retched, throwing up liquid as tears seeped from my eyes. I’d always been a crier if I was sick. Something about the action had me weeping like a baby.

A hand touched my hair, pushing back the loose tendrils that stuck to my head. I forced myself to turn and stare. Seeing Jess sat in a chair next to me, her mouth turned down in a sorrowful stare.

“You’re gonna be okay,” she told me, closing her eyes and nodding for emphasis.

“I’m fine,” I murmured. “Where are my alphas?”

“At the police station. The resort thought they took things too far with you.”

I shook my head. “They did everything I asked. They wouldn’t hurt me.”

A throat cleared behind me, and a soft hand touched my back. I turned and looked.

“Hi Polly, did you enjoy your hunt?” I asked. Remembering the last time I saw her, she was running naked in the fields with a long, black tail protruding from her butt.

Polly laughed. “I did, but I’ve got something to tell you, Isla. You have a right to know.”

I smiled, as she chewed her lip in hesitation as I wondered if I annoyed her when King didn’t join her hunt. But we knew how it worked. We could put an alpha’s number on our list, but they weren’t under an obligation to accept.

“Kingsley is my ex-boyfriend,” she said, her gaze hardening on mine.

“Oh... Oh, he never said,” I whispered.

“What did he say?” she asked.

“Nothing about you.”

“I’m very surprised by that, considering he once told me he loved me,” Polly said. “But he also lied to me and told me we had matching scents.”

I rested my head on the claiming wound on my shoulder, closed my eyes, and sucked back a sob.

“Did he ask about scent matching with you?” Polly whispered. But she already knew my answer by my response.

I nodded. “He wanted me to tell him.”

“But he didn’t tell you what your perfume was to him?” Polly asked.

Closing my eyes, trying to recall the conversations we had before, I shook my head lightly. Resigned that an alpha with a dubious past had claimed me. “I told him we couldn’t talk about it.”

“Good. Because him and his pack mates are no good for you,” Polly said. “They are all liars. King pursued me, he lied to me. And although Harrison and Finn didn’t agree with him. So much so, that Harrison threatened to leave the pack because he didn't like me.”

“And Finn?”

“Finn refused to accept me as their omega. He didn’t like my personality.”

“He doesn’t like mine. Apparently I’m too sassy,” I whispered. Not divulging what went down in Vegas.

But King wanted to know what I smelled of, and now it made sense. He was trying to fool me like Noah did. Trying to lure me deep into his plan. I slapped my hand on my forehead, realising where I went wrong.

It was in Vegas. I was so desperate for chocolate and cookies, and Harrison and Finn used it to their advantage. Were they claiming to match my scent, too?

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