“Yes. I’m her scent match, and Prescott is her chosen mate.” Knight’s hold on me tightens.
“You’re an omega, right?” When Knight nods, she continues. “Neither of you is bonded with her?”
I shake my head. “No, this is all very new.”
“And she doesn’t have any alpha mates?”
Knight goes completely still. “Not that she’s aware of.”
The doctor tilts her head to the side as she considers him. “I need more information.”
He clears his throat, glancing down at me before looking around the room.
“We’re her scent matches—Ven and I,” Mack says, voice almost a growl. “She doesn’t know. We’ve been on scent blockers, and she asked us to remain on them. She didn’t want to know.”
“That’s good, actually. What scent blockers are you taking?”
“What the fuck does that matter?” Ven snaps.
I glance over my shoulder to find his eyes narrowed in the doctor’s direction.
She doesn’t seem bothered by his tone. “It’s possible that scenting her scent-matched alphas for the first time could pull her out of her head. There have been a lot of studies on the alpha-omega dynamic. I can’t guarantee it’ll work, but it could. Knowing what blockers you’re using will give us a time frame to figure out where we go from here.”
“We have a prescription.” It’s Mack who answers. “We take them every twelve hours, and our last dose was around eight this morning.”
She nods again. “Okay. That means after twelve hours your scents will start to rise again, but the blockers will keep them weak for another twelve hours. Prescott and…I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name, and I don’t want to just refer to you as omega.”
“Knight,” his voice is tight, and I can’t help leaning into him. I think he needs my strength just as much as I need his.
“Prescott and Knight, I think the two of you should lie in bed with her. Alphas, I want the two of you to shower and wash off any descenting products you’re using. Unfortunately, because of the type of blockers you’re using, there’s a chance your scents might not work until tomorrow morning.”
“So we’re supposed to do what?” Aries asks. “Just sit here and wait, hoping that some alpha scents are going to wake her up? What if that doesn’t work?”
The doctor’s smile is soft. “I know it’s a shit thing to hear, but all we can do is wait. I’ll come back tonight to check on her and make sure she’s still stable. Then again, in the morning, when their blockers should be wearing off. I wish there were more I could do, more options I could offer you, but this is her best chance at waking up.”
“But what if she doesn’t?” I ask, my voice quiet and strained. I don’t like the idea of her not waking up.
“Then we’ll have a different conversation about getting her to a hospital.” The doctor glances around the room. “While you wait, talk to her. Tell her you love her and that you’re all here for her. If she’s trapped in her mind, she might be able to hear you.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” Silva offers her a tight smile. “Why don’t I walk you out?”
“I’ll do it.” Syrus runs a hand down Silva’s back. “You stay with Luna. I’ll update everyone else on what’s going on. We’ll work on getting food and drinks for everyone.”
“Thank you, Syrus.”
Knight releases his hold on me, spinning to face his alphas. “You heard the doctor. Go shower.”
“We’ll need to go back to the B&B and get new clothes,” Mack starts, but he’s cut off by Syrus.
“I’ll have one of my people stop by. Just let me know what you need, and I’ll make sure you have it.”
Mack nods at the sheriff. “We appreciate it.”
“Come on, Pres.” Knight drags me toward the bed. “Time to cuddle with our girl.”
No one has to tell me twice.
We pile into the bed, settling on both sides of her as her friends talk quietly in the corner.
