She agreed to set up an emergency medical unit when the Alpha Alliance decided to go out and rescue a whole bunch of Omegas who were being held captive by the Alphas who bought them.
She explained why I was here when I tried to escape, and I learned the rest from nurses I pestered with questions.
Instinctively, I want to trust Lana, like I want to trust Dr. Clarke.
It feels like they care.
But it’s hard to know for sure after everything I’ve been through.
I blinded myself to what my life was so easily before.
I’m afraid to make the same mistake again.
Dr. Clarke opens a door and leads me into a big open area, with tiled flooring and brighter lighting. I squint a little as I take in the details. There are elevator doors across from us, and a desk to my left with a woman sitting behind it, smiling brightly as she types something into a computer.
I can’t help but feel extra self-conscious as I look at the woman behind the desk.
She’s beyond pretty, with nicely styled red hair several shades more vibrant than mine, and her posture makes it obvious she’s full of confidence. She turns our way as we get closer, and I see her smile is warm and genuine.
This woman is definitely an Omega.
“Hi, Dr. Clarke! Are you visiting Lana?”
“Actually, Erika, I’ve brought Robin to visit Lana,” Dr. Clarke admits.
“I’ll just let her know,” Erika says, picking up her phone.
Dr. Clarke nods.
We wait by the side of the desk while Erika tells Lana we’re here.
She puts the phone down and turns back to us.
“She’s ready for you.”
Dr. Clarke smiles. “Thanks.”
He leads me past the desk, toward a corridor with what looks like a garden bench pushed up against one wall.
The door across from the bench opens, and a man in a leather jacket steps out.
He’s tall and blond and he has the energy of an Alpha.
“Is this her?” he asks, in a gruff voice, nodding at Dr. Clarke.
“This is Robin. Robin, this is Owen. He’s head of security around here.”
I nod slowly. “Nice to meet you.”
He grunts in response, barely looking at me.
“Manners, Owen,” Dr. Clarke prompts.
The big blond rolls his eyes and looks at me. “Good to meet you, Robin.”
“Better,” Dr. Clarke mutters, shaking his head.
He leads me into the room, which is kind of an office, I guess.
