Keeping us separated is bullshit.
Maybe I’d feel better if I could hear Jude’s voice.
Taking a deep breath, I drill down my senses, focusing hard. It takes a moment, but I can actually hear the doctor’s muffled voice, but not Jude’s. It’s infuriating.
After a moment, Jude lies back on the exam table, then heplaces his feet in a pair of metal stirrups. Dirty thoughts flash through my mind, imagining what it might feel like to rut him while he lies there, but the image quickly vanishes when the doctor lifts his gown, exposing Jude’s trembling body to the cold room.
My fingers curl with the urge to rip through the wall that separates us.
This is just medical. I know that. But my possessive senses are in overdrive.
That’smyomega.My mate.His body belongs to me, and she has no fucking right to touch him.
My blood begins to boil when she touches Jude’s penis, then his balls, her movements clinical and detached. Then she sticks a gloved finger into his ass while she presses on his stomach with her other hand.
My heart pounds, a heavy, angry rhythm against my ribs.
I see Jude frown, his face scrunching up like he’s uncomfortable, and I feel a slip of embarrassment flutter through our bond.
That’s it.
This fucking exam is over.
I turn to race into the other room to hold my mate, to shield him from that fucking beta’s clinical touch, but before I can take a single step, the door to my exam room swings open, popping against the wall.
A large alpha doctor steps into the room. He’s older than me, maybe in his late forties, with salt-and-pepper hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and broad shoulders that strain against his white coat. He doesn’t look like a man who spends his days behind a desk.
“Pace Greene?” he asks, his voice a deep, calm baritone. “I’m Dr. Vance. I’ll be conducting your physical.”
“I want to see my mate,” I snap, my voice a low growl.
Dr. Vance doesn’t even flinch. He just closes the door behind him, like he’s used to dealing with alphas like me. “Dr. Whitaker is a professional,” he says. “Your omega is in good hands.”
“I don’t fucking care.” I jerk to move past him, but he holds up a hand, his palm flat and firm.
“You have a freshly mated omega with a brand new mating bite.” His eyes narrow at my face. “There’s a possibility he could even be pregnant. He needs to undergo a thorough screening, and you know it.”
Shock hits me, followed by a spark of hope.
Pregnant?
Fuck.
I always wanted a babe or two, but I never really thought I’d be lucky enough to find a mate, let alone claim an omega.
Fucking, pregnant!
The thought deflates me a bit.
I’m still amped and kind of angry, my instincts screaming at me to protect what’s mine, but I have to admit, this alpha is right. Jude’s health comes first.
I glance back at the monitor, and a wave of relief washes over me when I see that Jude is sitting up, his privates covered, while a nurse takes his blood.
“Fine,” I grunt. “Get this over with fast. I want to get back to my mate.”
Vance studies me for another second before nodding. He taps something on his tablet, then looks up.
“How was his heat?” he asks.
