Chapter 33 Fate Calls, Alphas Answer
Fate Calls, Alphas Answer
Oscar
The omega’s pheromones are driving me wild. The entire exam room is filled with her sweet lilac scent. She is what I’ve been waiting for all these years. I’ve never even kissed a girl. My inner alpha wouldn’t allow it. He’s been as particular as me when it came to our first relationship.
One day I will tell her about the fence of lilac I used to pass every day on my way to school.
How I’d rub my body along it because I loved the smell so much.
I once went to a park with a tunnel of lilacs hanging down, and I spent all day there bathing in the sensory experience.
I should have known it would be the scent of my future omega.
And she’s so beautiful with her long tan legs with thick thighs, narrow waist, and fucking gorgeous breasts. Her green, cat eyes that want none of my bullshit. I’ve never seen an omega this beautiful. Sexy. Charming. Commanding. Unapologetic. With her by my side we’d be unstoppable.
I can’t let her walk away from me.
Her phone call this morning tilted my world off its axis.
Kol, Locke, Mads, and myself were not even fully awake after our long night when I got the call.
I thought I might be going insane. How is it the omega we’ve been looking for this whole time just simply calls me?
And asks me to see her? After our call, I just stood there in my room processing the coincidence of it. Unable to fully comprehend.
Acadia called me.
Acadia wanted to see me.
Acadia said my name and knew my reputation.
What a small world.
Cash City is a magical place.
She wouldn’t let my pack come, but they would not be deterred. Too bad Meier Protections Group is here otherwise, my pack might be scaling the stone wall and bushes that surround the shelter. Instead, they are dutifully sitting in Kol’s SUV. Waiting.
I don’t have a plan. My brain is muddled.
All I knew was I needed to confirm it was her before I told the rest of them. I’ll tell them soon enough she’s here.
“Well, you should be all set. I’ll leave you to it.”
Something in my head switches.
She’s walking away, walking backwards, out the door. She’s hesitating. She doesn’t want to leave me anymore than I want her to go.
There’s no one around.
“Do you want to be my first?” I ask. A second meaning undeniable to me, maybe even perceptible to her. Do you want to be my first?
“Patient,” I add.
“Oh,” she says. Her green cat eyes don’t stray from my face.
“I’m here to see omegas. You’re an omega. Here.” I gesture to the soft pink exam table with the paper overtop. “Come sit. You can tell the other omegas about it. Maybe it’ll calm them if they have worries.”
She thinks about it, and I wait. A calm settles in the air. She takes a few steady steps towards me and then turns to the exam table. She sits up on it, her feet dangle over the side.
I pull out the paperwork from the folder she showed me. I take the first few sheets and clip them to a board.
“Will the patients want me to walk them through this form, or would they prefer to fill it out on their own?” I ask.
She looks at me like I’m up to something, but then says, “I guess it depends.”
“Should we walk through it together?”
She gestures for me to hand it over.
“Well, it’s pretty standard. Name. Age. Height and weight. Would you really need to know my weight, Dr. Soto? That seems kind of invasive and unnecessary.”
“It’s not a courting profile, Acadia. I’d need to know it to calculate medication dosage,” I say, and she sits up and looks at me wide eyed. Surprised, I challenged her.
“I guess that’s fair.” She hands it back to me. “I’m 24 years old, if you want to fill it out. Acadia. And I’m 5’5” and weigh 115 pounds, last I checked.”
I smile at her as I fill in the form.
“And I’m a Virgo.”
“Of course you are.”
“Hey!”
I wait until she doesn’t look as fake mad at me before I ask, “So what brings you in today, Omega Acadia?”
“I’m about to be railed by any number of volunteer alphas and betas upstairs in the sex room later,” she teases, batting her eyes.
“Wait, are these exams to prepare for a group sex event?”
I don’t know how I missed this detail.
Her hand goes to her mouth. “Oh my god, did I not say that part?”
I wait as she realizes she left that part out.
When she gets over her initial embarrassment, she shrugs.
“It starts at seven,” is all she says as way of explanation. When I did my residency at an omega clinic, I did exams for the group sex events they’d host. So, I'm familiar. I never felt the desire to participate until this moment.
I clear my throat, trying to make the fantasy of participating with Acadia go away.
“Ok, so, you’ll need a shot and some hormone supplements. When was your last heat?” I slip into my professional role easily.
“I was just teasing. I won’t be participating. I’m here as an organizer. But we can still do the exam. I actually have a concern. My heat is coming up. I’m unmedicated.”
My face drops.
“Why are you unmedicated?”
“I haven’t had a chance to go to my regular doctor to let them know plans have changed.
I’d been preparing for an unmedicated heat with a couple of alphas who were courting me.
We’d gone into a contract. But I broke the contract, and I just haven’t had a chance to figure out what I’ll actually be doing for my heat. ”
I want to ask what happened, but my medical training takes over.
“Well, you have a few options. You can continue down this path and secure some new alphas to help you through your heat. Or we can talk about suppressing or minimizing your heat. How do you want to proceed?”
She sighs and leans back on her hands. The little vest she’s wearing pulls tight across her chest, and I don’t look at all like I want to stare at her breasts.
“I don’t know. I haven’t had a heat in a long time. I was looking forward to it. Just not with them.”
Why not with them? Are they the reason you are at the Institute? Are they the reason you have your beta preference?
“Acadia,” I say, with the wrong voice. So I clear my throat and start again, “Listen, I understand that things don’t always go our way.
That we are dealing with an unstoppable force and trying to live in a world that no longer functions for our primal selves.
We find ourselves wanting to chase down and claim.
Bite and fuck. Possess and consume. All while trying to maintain a good credit score and pay our phone bill. ”
Her green eyes lock to mine.
“But I can assure you it’s going to be ok. You can have your heat. It’ll work out.”
I’d say the same thing to any omega in her situation sitting in my exam room, but with her, I want her to know that she’s my priority. Always.