Page 76 of Knot So Perfect Omega

We entered the cafeteria which had mostly doctors and nurses sitting at tables. They didn’t pay us any mind, focusing on eating their food in the little time they had.

Kayla yawned and led me over to the cafeteria-style food line. “Chicken nuggets and fries sound good.”

A woman came from the cash register and pulled on gloves. “They just brought these out too so they’re nice and fresh. The last of the night.”

I wouldn’t consider previously frozen food fresh, but it was at least not going to be soggy. “Can we get five orders to go?”

She whistled. “You’re going to clean me out for the night. They come with a fountain drink too.”

“I’ll get those.” Kayla kissed my cheek and went to the beverage machine by the cash register right behind me.

“She’s a very beautiful woman. You’re a lucky pack.” The woman smiled, grabbing five to-go boxes and putting them on the counter.

“We really are. She’s the missing puzzle piece that makes us complete.” Maybe the hunger was making me corny.

“Well, I wish you all the best. Lord knows marriage to just one man is hard enough. I get home from work, and he expects me to cook and clean, even though I work more hours than him and take care of the kids. I can’t imagine having four husbands, although maybe at least one would help around the house and know their way around the bedroom.” She put chicken nuggets in each of the boxes and then started with the fries.

It sounded like she needed to reassess her marriage, but it wasn’t my place to say that. “We aren’t so bad.”

Being an omega in a pack of alphas wasn’t quite the same as a beta female having a group of beta men. I’m sure that could work too if they really wanted it to, but they didn’t have the instincts and drive like we did to make the omega the center of our world.

“Oh, good. I’m glad one of the others came down to help carry the drinks. I can put these in bags for you too so it’s easy for you to carry them all.” She started closing the lids.

“Excuse me?”

“Your omega and one of your pack members just left. Crap, why didn’t they take the drinks? I don’t have any drink carriers.” She was stacking the boxes to carry.

I wheeled around, not seeing Kayla at the drinks fountain anymore, and the drinks were sitting there on the counter. She wouldn’t just leave, would she? If Rio or Kane came down to help her, I would have felt them or at the very least smelled them.

Although, come to think of it, there was very little scent in the hospital because they pumped specialized de-scenting spray through the vents. They should do it in all public buildings, but the shit is expensive as fuck and still couldn’t mask a perfuming omega.

“Kayla?” I walked into the seating area and looked around, wondering if she’d gone looking for straws or a drinks carrier on the endcap with the napkins and condiments.

A doctor who was eating alone looked up from the book he was reading. “She left with your coach.”

It was a good thing I was in a hospital because my heart stopped.

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

Kayla

Ifilled five cups with ice and was excited to see it was the good crunchy pebble kind. The ice could really make or break a soft drink.

The day was turning around after a cluster fuck of problems. I hadn’t expected to feel so broken when OPS took me and had been trying to think of a way out of the whole situation when Kara messaged me asking about Beck.

The OPS agents weren’t going to bring me to the hospital at first, but when I threatened to jump out of the vehicle, they turned the car around. I’d like to think it was my threat and not the omega agent advocating for me. It probably didn’t hurt that shortly after that the main OPS office called with new information.

I knew that man was the scum of the Earth from the second I met him.

Something hard pressed into my back and a mouth brushed my ear, causing me to shudder. “You whine, and I’ll shoot you and your alpha before hunting down the rest.”

Brian.

I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood to stop my whine. He pushed me around the end of the soda machine and out through a door that someone at the serving station wouldn’t be able to see. The few people that were eating in the dining room area were too busy looking at their phones or chatting to notice anything amiss.

To an outsider, it would look like one of my mates leading me away, their hand on the small of my back. But there was definitely a weapon pressed against me.

“What do you want?” I had to figure out a way to get away from him without getting shot or getting someone else shot in the process.

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