The one who’s currently making unemployment very much not a nightmare. I have one hand on her scooter as we cross the street carefully over to the physician’s building. A car stops suddenly at the red light, too fucking close for my liking. I bang on their hood and give them the finger.
“Watch where you’re going, you fuckin’ jerkoff!”
The man flicks me off, rolling down his window as a woman standing next to Shiloh gives the driver a shitty look.
“Stay in your car and learn how to drive, motherfucker,” she says.
The man rolls his eyes, but doesn’t escalate any further, just mumbles curses out of his window.
In a moment of insecurity, I wonder if Shiloh will be freaked out or scared from my outburst, but when I look at her, she’s smiling and shaking her head.
“God, I missed home,” she says softly.
I flip the man off behind Shiloh’s back as we get to the building and we check her in and take a seat in the waiting room.
“I really hope they can take this off today and give me a boot,” she says, itching the skin around the top of the cast.
“I hope so too,” I tell her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder; it all feels so comfortable and right.
Never in a million years did I think I’d actually have an Omega. Honestly, I thought eventually Jonah would have enough and decide that he couldn’t be in the pack anymore. I would’ve understood his decision, but I just never thought I’d be ready. Not with my past always catching up with me. Mack was stuck with me forever, but Jonah didn’t have a reason to stay, besides how much he cares about us. Shiloh would be the glue, and I’m not even sure she realizes it.
Truthfully, I never gave any of those Omegas a chance. Yet, the moment I met Shiloh, something completely changed in me. She made me realize that I can be an Alpha deserving of an Omega, which truthfully I never thought I would be.
The idea of caring for an Omega brings up so many rough memories for me.
How could my father ever hurt my mother? His job as an Alpha was to take care of her, treasure her, and all he caused her was pain. It’s unfathomable to me, and without a doubt I know now that I won’t be anything like him. The mere thought of harming Shiloh makes me sick to my stomach. She’s so soft, small, kind, and sweet. She deserves the best, and we sure as fuck are going to give it to her.
Hell, even Mack is trying. Part of the reason I’m taking Shiloh shopping after her appointment is because he has plans for her.
I don’t want to rush things, but if she asked me to bond with her right now, I’d ask her where she wanted her mark. That’s how fucking sure of this I am.
Her name is called and I don’t even ask if she wants me to come back with her, I just follow behind the nurse.
“We’re going to take some blood work to see how you’re doing post-heat. How are you feeling in general?” the nurse asks Shiloh.
My Omega glances at me before holding her arm out to the nurse to draw blood.
“I’ve been feeling really content,” she tells the nurse, who charts her information and leads us to an exam room.
I help Shiloh sit on the table, the paper crinkling underneath her as she shifts and we wait for the physician. Luckily, he comes in relatively quickly. He’s an Alpha, but his scent is contained as he introduces himself and gets some history and information from Shiloh.
He flips through her X-rays and looks at her ankle.
“I think we can switch you to a boot, for more mobility, but if you have any bursts of pain, I would want you to come right back in,” he tells her and she nods enthusiastically.
He calls in his nurse and they saw off the cast. Shiloh’s cheeks pinken as we notice the discrepancy of hair between her two legs.
Excitement shines in her eyes as the doctor pulls out the new boot. I’m guessing it’s not as ugly and big as she assumed it was going to be.
“Now, I do want you to wear this all day and at night so we don’t cause further damage. You can take it off to shower. We’ll go over your blood panel and if there are any concerns, we’ll give you a call,” the doctor says.
I clear my throat. “The physician at Heat Haven said he was worried about her heat. She had to be medically sedated from the injury,” I say, not wanting to broadcast the rest about her ex-pack, mostly because it will just piss me off.
“Yes, I saw that note. Your blood work will let us know what your hormone levels are. If you start to notice any nesting behavior outside your norm, or feel feverish, you can give us a call, but I assume you would either go back to Heat Haven, or have your own plan for having a fulfilling heat?”
“She does,” I answer for her. The doctor gives me an irritated look, but then glances back at Shiloh, waiting for her response.
“Yes, I’m covered.”
