Be bold. Don’t be an omega.He definitely knows we wantedsuppressants.I glance up at him as I give the final wrap. “Obviously. Becausesomeoneout here is banning them, and we have a facility that takes care ofall. If anyone is here for a prolonged period, they need more than we have. Maggie needs her own, too, given she’s an alpha.”
“You do it forothers,” he chides, narrowing those dark, scarred brows. “Other omegas?”
“They have a right to be treated,” I defend, briefly examining the neck tattoo of a skull with two daggers piercing it, encompassing the majority of his skin. “They exist just like the rest. It’s not shocking they come here.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not here because I have rocks in my brain,” he comments. Even the way his scarred lips move, with a slight scruff on his cheeks and jaw, is making my head spin. “We give you a calculated amount, which means if you need more, it’s because you have more omegas here than the random one that stumbles in.”
The logic side of my brain prevails, as it always does. “Don’t call me that. You may call menurse.”
“What’s wrong?” he asks, giving a crooked grin to reveal relatively straight teeth, with only a few slightly off. “Don’t like when an alpha tries to calm an omega?” My heart drops, and I scoot back slightly like I’ve just lost all sense of dignity. He grins darkly. “Oh, I can smell that,nurse,” he comments, those eyes growing cold and dark. “You’re coated in the tang of suppressants, but I know a fucking omega when I scent one. I’m here to collect the omegas that work here before they flee. One of them already tried.”
My eyes widen, and I feel cornered. Like the doorway is blocked, and maybe I need to jump out the window—“You weren’t supposed to know.”
“And how many more are there?” He doesn’t miss a second to reply.
“Use the rocks in your brain,” I say under my breath.
His laugh makes me stiffen and nearly fall out of my seat, the sound loud compared to the binding silence. The smile fades as if it never existed. “You going to clean my wounds or what?”
I don’t want to fucking go near him. He smells good, sounds good, is psycho, kidnaps women, and he knows I’m an omega. “That seems like the last thing I want to do.” No point in hiding myself anymore, my mind shifting to thinking about the one escape plan I have, even if it means risking my life.
If I inject him with benz, then I can maybe have an hour’s head start.
“Do it, and I won’t hurt the one that came in before you.”
My breathing deepens from anger, my eyes flitting around as I consider what to do. I wish this were a dream so the consequences wouldn’t matter. “I’m not coming near you with that other hand free.”
“Your choice,nurse. I’ll let your friend know you were too chicken shit to come near me.”
My jaw drops. I almost start to plead and whine to him, maybe appealing to the alpha side of his soul, the one that would be as inherently weak to an omega as I am to his kind. But that disturbs me, so I scoot near him as if I’m approaching a demon, like I’m about to polish my own coffin.
I won’t let Judge tell Selene I’mchicken shit.
I start wiping down his wounded chest, which tenses at the sudden contact. There are gash marks all over like he got into a fight with a monster. I wonder how many people are allowed this close to Judge without dying. Or unless he’s fucking them, probably—don’tthink about that. His bicep alone is fucking huge, and the hair of his underarm reeks of alpha.
No freaking wonder he’s in charge.
He breathes slowly, intentionally. “Once you’re done, there’s another thing I want from you,” he says.
Oh, absolutely not. “What?”
“You remain in here, no meds, until that chemical trace wears off.”
NowI’mthe one that laughs with incredulity. “You’re delusional.”
Those unnaturally pale eyes seem like they’re burning into my soul, as if a single look could command. He tests the chains, to which I jump back in fear, now on my feet instead of sitting down.
“Jumpy?”
“I know what your kind would do to me.”
“Ah-ah,” he reprimands. “You don’t understand what’s out there. Your cunt will be torn to shreds if anyone other than Dominion gets a hold of you. You’re just lucky you’ve been holed up in here with suppressants, but that won’t work for much longer.”
Chills sweep through like I’m an abandoned cathedral, the insinuation echoing endlessly. This is a man who just mentioned my whole ass vagina would be torn to shreds.
My stomach cramps, and I know I need more meds. The double dose isn’t enough when an alpha’s musk mixes with my anxiety.
“I have to go,” I say, still considering my one last option. But it’s such afinalone, and I’m—shit, but Iamtoo chicken shit.
