“Um, yeah… I’m looking for a Dr. Katz,” Ronin said.
“You found him,” The man replied.
Ronin looked him up and down and automatically thought this guy didn’t look like a doctor—at least not one he would want treating him.Definitelynot one he would trust to prescribe anything for his omega. There was no lab coat or stethoscope in sight. Instead, he wore jeans and a t-shirt that looked a little less than fresh, and he looked as if he hadn’t shaved in the past three days.
“Gotta go,” he said to Ryder, then disconnected the call before his brother could even respond. He moved closer to the man. “Hello, Dr. Katz. The name is… Geno,” he said, picking the first name that came to mind.
“Hello, Geno. You still haven’t answered my question on how I can help you?”
“I’m a pack leader just outside of town, and I got word that you might be the doctor that can help me out”—Ronin held the man’s gaze—“if you catch my meaning.”
He was thinking on the spot and not quite sure why he didn’t just come out with the truth.
“Oh yeah? Why don’t you step into my office.” The doctor motioned towards the smaller building.
Ronin nodded and stepped aside so Dr. Katz could go first into the second building. They passed through a narrow entrance and into what looked to have been a waiting room, but from the peeling paint, chairs scattered across the floor, and filth that covered everything, no one would ever guess that.
“This way,” Dr. Katz said, and led Ro down a hallway on the left side of the building. He opened another door, and Ro followed him into a room with a desk and two chairs. To the side of the desk was a cabinet that had multiple drawers.
Ro quickly scanned the poorly lit room to see there was also an exam table, and in the corner, Ronin noticed what looked almost like a dentist chair, but it had restraints for the arms and legs.
Ronin wondered how many different alphas the doctor had ‘helped’ through the years.
“What may I assist you with today?” Dr. Katz asked, taking a seat behind the table. Ronin followed his lead and lowered himself to the chair opposite him, but never let his guard down.
“Like I said, I have, shall we say, a new pack just outside town, and we have a few omegas there, and it would be best if they didn’t—or rather can’t—get pregnant. I heard you’re the man to talk with to get rid of pesky heats and other things so we have less”—Ronin smiled, even as he felt sick saying the words—“fighting and movement.”
Even as he spoke, Ronin tasted bile at the words coming out of his mouth.
The Doc’s eyes on him narrowed. “And may I ask who told you that?”
“I believe we have a mutual friend… Anton,” Ronin supplied, lying his ass off.
Dr. Katz’s shoulders came down from around his ears, and he nodded, a smile curving his lips. Ronin realized he’d found the man he was looking for.
“Oh yes… I can definitely help you out,” Dr Katz said. “I know Anton well. Haven’t seen him in a while, though.” The doctor’s brow creased, considering. “I would think that he’d be running low on pills and injections by now.”
Ronin didn’t bother answering, simply let the man talk.
Dr. Katz shrugged and stood up. Immediately, Ro was on alert as the man walked around the desk. Ronin followed him with his eyes, watching his every move as Dr. Katz walked to the cabinet and withdrew a bag from one of the drawers he’d unlocked. He walked it back over to Ronin and set it in front of him.
“You will make sure to give the loading dose, three a day, for the first week. After that, they get one a day. You don’t want to skip doses, or it can stop the process. Do you understand?” Dr. Katz asked.
Ronin took the bag from the man and opened it, taking a peek inside. He then looked up at Dr. Katz. “I understand perfectly.” Ronin nodded thoughtfully. “There’s something I don’t understand, though.”
“Okay, what’s that?” Dr. Katz asked with a quizzical expression.
Ronin looked up at him. “What kind of doctor gives out prescriptions without a consultation first.”
Dr. Katz frowned. “Excuse me?”
Ronin glared at him. “I’m not here to buy these drugs, you asshole. I’m here to ruin you. What kind of doctor who is sworn an oath to do no harm gives out drugs to omegas so that alphas can treat them like nothing more than holes to be fucked.”
Dr. Katz's eyes widened with each word, and he hopped out of his seat.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Who I am is of no concern to you. All you need to know is this is the end.”
