His perfume, maybe? I’ve never experienced an Omega’s perfume before, but if I had to categorize this scent, I’d probably call it supernaturally divine.
It’s definitely something I could get used to being around.
“I got Dr. Clarke!” Erika exclaims as she returns.
“What happened?” The doctor looks as worried as Shayne as Harper moves to the side to let him get close to me.
It helps to sober my emotions, seeing someone I’m not bonded to, or about to be bonded to, react to how vulnerable I’m feeling.
My face feels like it’s burning as I pull away from Jay.
“I’m okay,” I tell them, knowing it sounds more certain this time. “It was Harper, playing that song. It made me remember my mom. It was hard to contain the feeling.”
Dr. Clarke looks at everyone, spotting Harper’s violin and letting out a breath.
He looks back at me as I’m wiping away the last traces of my tears.
“I think this would be a good time for a check-up.”
I nod in agreement, knowing it’ll give me a bit of time to compose myself.
“I’m coming with her,” Jay growls behind me.
His tone doesn’t invite a conversation.
I watch Dr. Clarke’s face harden.
“That’s not permitted.”
“Bull …” Jay starts, before Shayne interjects with, “Of course. We’ll be waiting right here, Robin.”
Relief floods through me. I’m embarrassed enough. I’m glad I don’t need to go through a check-up with one of my pack members sitting in the corner, growling at the doctor’s questions.
I nod at Shayne, taking the briefest glance at Jay before I walk toward the medical ward with Dr. Clarke. He’s only slightly terrifying with that icy look on his face.
His rough voice matches his muscular form.
He has a thick neck, close-cropped dark hair and tattoos on his hands, which are currently balled into fists at his sides.
That flash I catch of him tells me he’s just as protective as my other mates.
I feel a little lighter as I follow Dr. Clarke into his office.
He waits for me to sit before he closes the door behind us.
Then he sits down behind his desk and types something into his computer.
“Okay. Can you tell me what happened out there?” he asks, his voice as soft and friendly as ever.
I laugh, I guess because I’m all cried out.
He waits patiently for me to answer.
Clearing my throat, I start. “It was the song my mother used to sing to me. I heard it from the laundry room. I was emotional and realizing those guys are the mates I hadn’t been introduced to yet only made it more overwhelming. I don’t think I’m unwell. At least not physically.”
Dr. Clarke nods slowly. “Okay. You’re due a check-up anyway, so I’m going to check your blood pressure, and I’ll have one of the nurses take your blood so we can make sure you’re all good.”
“Sure.”
