Liam fed me until I was too full for another bite. I found myself leaning against his shoulder as my eyes slowly closed. Someone took my drink out of my hand and another set of arms wrapped around me.
“My margarita,” I whined.
A low chuckle reached me. “Come on,” Bear said, holding me close to his chest. “We have to get our quiet, fragile omega to bed.”
82
LIAM
Istared at the door they’d taken Westin through as if I could conjure her by sheer force of will. She’d left about twenty minutes ago for her biopsy. The hospital staff had been adamant that we couldn’t be in the procedure room with her, insisting it would increase the risk of infection. I knew they were right, but I hated it. My heart clenched at the thought of my omega having to be alone through any of this. I should be in there, holding her hand.
“Can you cut it out?” Gray hissed, gesturing to my bouncing knee.
“Fuck off,” I said, crossing my arms.
Gray rolled his eyes and I wanted to punch his smug little face. He’d spent last night with Westin while I’d tossed and turned with jealousy. Dark thoughts had kept me awake. What if she liked Gray more than me? It was impossible to compete with the rich, older, dominant alpha. All I had to offer was a shitty apartment I didn’t even own and a bank account that was down to its last $47 after my sister begged me for more money. I knew I should say no, but I couldn’t stop feeling like it was my responsibility to take care of my family.
Just like it was my responsibility to take care of Westin.
I got up and started pacing. The one thing I could offer was my medical training, but even then, I’d failed her. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t known about Omega Wasting Disease. I’d spent every spare moment the past couple of days learning as much as I could about it. The Sol medical journals had some articles about it, but Dr. Ash was right that more research needed to be done.
We all jumped as our phones dinged at the same time. I grinned when I saw Westin had started a group chat and named it Pack Chaos. She’d sent all of us a selfie of her smiling in bed while a nurse beside her held a small vial.
Kitten
Little tumor buddy
Seeing her instantly calmed me, the restlessness in my body washing away at her smile. It was unfair for her to look so radiant in a hospital gown. Her hair was a halo around her, her cheeks pink and bright. Fuck, she was a part of my heart. No, my fuckingsoul. I knew she didn’t think we could be mates, but I didn’t care if I couldn’t scent her. She was it for me.
“Wait, Gray,” Bear said. “Have you found anything more about the fucker that attacked her?”
Gray scowled. “Not really. I sent the letters off to a lab, but the only fingerprints on them were Westin’s and two of her uncles.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Do you think they had something to do with it?”
“I’m not sure,” Gray said. “Westin said she showed them the letters, so it makes sense that their prints would be on them. I’ve been looking into the pack they wanted to set her up with—PackCross. There’s some nasty shit in their background, but nothing that connects them to the attack.Yet.”
“Why would they want to set her up with another pack?” Henry asked.
Gray ran his hand through his hair. “Westin said it was because they didn’t want her to be their responsibility anymore, but it’s not like they were spending any time or money to take care of her.”
“Maybe they thought they’d get something out of it,” I said.
“What do you mean?” Bear asked.
“Omegas are rare. There still aren’t enough for all alpha packs who want one. Maybe Westin’s uncles thought they’d get something by setting her up with that pack,” I said.
Gray looked at me and nodded. “It’s a good thought. I’ll keep looking into it.”
“Let us know what we can do to help,” Henry said.
The door opened and my head snapped to it. The nurse from Westin’s selfie was standing there.
“She’s done with the biopsy and in the recovery area. You can go back there with her as long as you’re quiet. We need to monitor her for about an hour before she can go home.”
We all headed back to a small room where Westin lay curled up on the bed, a blood pressure cuff on her arm.
Her eyes lit up when she saw us. “Did you see my little tumor wisps?”
