“What?” The single syllable leaves my lips as a wave of horror crashes over me.
Sure, Mirabelle was the first omega I’ve really spent time with and I barely passed our high school biology class—or any of high school, really—but everyone knows that denying an omega during heat is one of the most torturous things you can do to them.
It apparently is the kind of pain that’s incomprehensible to my beta mind, plus, it has all these long-lasting medical effects. And if Mirabelle has been trapped there since she was achild, then God knows how long she’s had to endure that.
It makes me want to throw up. Or pass out. Or both.
“But that means we can’t just go out and buy more,” Dad continues.
That reminder seems to piss my dad off all over again, if the way he slams Jett back into the wall is any indication.
“Go see if she’s still alive. Call the doctor if you need,” he says, not bothering to give me a second glance.
“Got it,” I say, pushing myself up to my feet and fighting the wave of dizziness.
Right as I make my way to the door, doing my best to ignore the sound of fists on flesh, my dad calls out to me again. “Have the doctor look at you, too. I know betas heal slow as fuck.”
I think that’s the closest thing to consideration I’ll ever get from my dad.
“Thanks,” is all I manage to say before I slam the door behind me.
I don’t know whether God exists, but I sure as hell hope that there’s some guardian angel watching over Mirabelle right now.
She better be alive.
CHAPTER 17
Rage
She feels nice pressed up against me.
Too nice.
Too soft. Too sweet. Too kind.
It’s scary. She’s scary.
But not the scary that makes me angry. Most things that scare me make me angry. Most things make me angry.
I’m always angry.
But my head goes quiet with her here.
I like it.
But it makes me scared of when she leaves.
An engine sounds in the distance.
Someone is coming.
I sit up on my haunches, my back to the door as I listen.
“Do you hear something?” She asks, pushing herself up onto her elbows to watch me.
I give her a single jerky nod as I tilt my head.
The engine is softer. Not a transport cage.
