She nods at my promise and I let the next words slip out, putting them out in the universe finally.
“I want the results to say I’m an omega. It feels right.”
“Then that’s what we are going to hope for,” she said easily, like it was settled. She wasn’t dismissing my worries, she was promising that at the end of the day, we were still us. That I still had her full support.
And our alphas.
The nurse had snuck away, leaving us alone, but it was only mere moments before the door was pushed open again. An omega in a white coat walked in. She was gorgeous, with sleek, black hair cut short and wide, brown eyes.
There was something about her that was just so warm and inviting. They truly had chosen well with their staff in this place.
“Hi, North,” she said, her eyes going to me immediately. “It’s really nice to meet you.”
“Thanks,” I said, my voice oddly steady now. “I’m eager to hear what those results say,” I added pointedly.
She chuckled and shook her head. “I would be the same way. In fact, I was.”
“What do you mean?” I questioned. She had my attention now.
“I’m a late bloomer myself, though not quite as late as you. I was in the middle of med school when I found out.” She snorted softly. “They almost kicked me from the program for being an omega and causing a disruption in the curriculum. But there are laws in place to protect people like us,” she said firmly. “I stuck to my dream. No one was going to rip it away because I was suddenly an omega.”
“Hell yeah, good for you,” Aspen said.
The doctor grinned. “Thanks.” She pulled open the information in front of her. “Now, I’m not going to keep you waiting, that would be cruel. We did ask for your medicalrecords from your previous office so we could compare the results. I just like to make sure they didn’t miss something.”
My heart pounded as she flipped the page.
“It seems that your designation truly was concealed. Your omega markers are off the chart now. I would say from the way they’ve flared, even past ‘regular’ omega levels, that you are about to hit a heat as well. We can’t be sure, especially because it’s marked down that you’re newly packed, but I have my suspicions.”
“So… that’s it?” I asked, feeling a wave of relief wash over me so intensely that I slumped against the chair.
She smiled softly and nodded. “That’s it. It’s official. You are an omega.”
I sagged further, my fingers curling tighter around Aspen’s. She blinked away tears and gave me an encouraging smile.
“Now you know, baby,” Jack said fondly. “This changes nothing between us, other than the fact that I’m going to spoil the hell out ofbothof my omegas.”
He said it in true alpha fashion, soaking up the fact that he was scent-matched with two of us now.
“My two mates’ scents changed when I started to feel changes within me,” I told her. “Before it was nice, but now it’s insane.”
She nodded. “That can happen. It was probably finding your guys’ other omega that really did it. I would say you’re most likely a complete pack now. That’s one of the most common situations that brings about changes like this.”
We were all silent, glancing back and forth between each other as the words sank in.
“I’m sorry, I know this can be a shock.” Her words were understanding, but I just shook my head, refusing to take anyone else’s apologies. We were fine.
“I’m not,” I said.
She grinned. “That was exactly how I felt, too. I have all sorts of resources prepared for you. Do you feel like you need anybody to come talk to you about how to handle a new heat, or…?”
I was already shaking my head. “I think we’re fine. This is what I needed.”
“My card is in the file we’re sending home with you,” she continued. “You call me if you have any questions. It seems you have an omega to guide you. That support is perfect.”
She said a few more standard things about checkups that I barely managed to listen to before she was gone again, leaving the pack and me alone to process everything.
My eyes went to Cole first.
