“Alright, give me a second,” he says, turning back to his phone and typing away.
A few minutes later, he steps up beside my bed so I can see his screen. His phone rings with a video call.
“Hey, Madden,” a feminine voice says from the other line.
“Hey there, Reyna. I have someone I believe to be the mate of the omega just brought into the Omega Center’s custody. Well, one of him, at least.”
He pans the camera to reveal both of us.
A woman, who I assume is an omega, with jet black hair and grey eyes, blinks at me on the screen.
“Wow,” she breathes out, her eyes wide with shock. “Well, hi, I’m Reyna. What’s your name?”
“Rage,” I growl, narrowing my eyes at her. “Where... is she?”
“She’s unconscious right now. We’ve had the doctors stabilize her, but she’s still in a really fragile condition.”
“Show... me...” My heart pounds in my chest. I need to see her. I need it about just as much as I need oxygen right now. “Please.”
The woman’s expression softens.
“You—you must really care about her, huh?”
I swallow past the lump in my throat, offering her only a single nod.
“Okay then, Rage,” the woman says, flipping the camera around to reveal a glass window into what looks like a hospital room.
Far more comfortable than the basically empty room I’m in right now.
And there she is.
Mirabelle.
Her chest rises and falls with each of her breaths.
There are machines attached to her arms and some IVs, but no restraints.
I glance down at my own. At least she doesn’t have to experience those.
“I’m surprised she turned up mated,” the woman says, her voice coming through the phone even though she keeps the camera on Mirabelle.
I don’t know why she’s being so kind. But I’m grateful. I don’t care if it’s a trick. I’ll take whatever parts of Mirabelle I can right now.
“I don’t know if Mira ever mentioned me,” the woman continues. “But we met at the facility she was kept in.”
I perk up at her words.
The facility?
She never shared much about it, but I remember hearing whispers from the other guys.
The name she used for Mirabelle also sticks in my brain.
Mira.
“My name is Mirabelle, but—but my friends call me Mira.”
Is this woman a friend of Mirabelle’s? From the facility?
