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I couldn’t remember the last time I had thought of him. Four, maybe five years? I felt hollow, drained as the evening shadows filled the room.
Somehow, the afternoon had passed while I slept. Hunger gnawed at me, demanding
Attention.
Ignoring the ache in my limbs, I slipped out of bed, threw on a coat, and snuck out of the hospital. The chill of the night wrapped around me as I made my way to a small diner on
the edge of town, where I could escape prying eyes. As I devoured my food, my wolf stirred within, a low, mocking growl escaping. “You’re a doctor, and yet you ignore doctor’s orders.”
I wiped the grease from my lips, unfazed. “Precisely because I’m a doctor, I know what my body needs–a proper meal.”
I had barely finished when my phone buzzed. A coworker’s name flashed on the screen. Sighing, I held the phone a few inches away from my ear.
“What’s up? You leave without a word. Not in the best mood?” her voice was tinged with
concern.
I glanced at the endless stretch of desert outside the diner, my voice noncommittal. “Just needed some space,” I replied.
There was a pause, then a soft sigh. “Alright… just take care, and come back soon, okay?”
Hanging up, I paid for my meal and headed to my car, feeling the night settle around me like a heavy blanket. As I reached for the door, a group of people stumbled out of a nearby bar, laughter and curses echoing into the quiet. One of them–a young man reeking of alcohol–swerved toward me, blocking my path.
“Move along! This is my car!” he shouted, slurring his words.
I raised my gaze slowly, taking in the shirtless figure before me. Tattoos coiled across his torso, marking him as a dangerous Beta. My wolf tensed within me, ready for a fight. “This is my car,” I said coolly, voice edged with warning.
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The Beta’s face twisted into a sneer, his finger jabbing toward me as he slurred, “Oh, you wanna have sex with me too? You bitches have to queue-”
Before he could finish, I grabbed his finger and twisted it back sharply, forcing a strangled yelp from his throat. “Don’t point at me,” I growled, my voice low and deadly.
–
Pain or fury or both–made him tremble. “Just you wait… I’ll remember this…” he muttered, stumbling back as I released him.
I exhaled as he stumbled away, surprised at how easy it had been. Just as I was about to get into my car, the girl hanging onto him slumped to the ground, unconscious.
I caught her before she hit the pavement, grimacing as pain flared in my side. She murmured something, her voice faint, “Mr. Blaine…”
*Blaine again….* I thought wearily, my patience waning.
With her safely in my grasp, I weighed my options, feeling the night press around me.
Especially now, with a pack of wolves howling in the alleyway–a whole group of them, all alert and circling because of that Beta. I scoffed. Calling this many to handle a lone Omega
like me? Pathetic.
“Stop! Don’t you dare run-” one of them shouted, but his voice was already fading behind
- me.
I crouched by the girl sprawled on the cold ground, gently patting her cheek, trying to rouse her. No response. Her skin was soft and flushed, still warm despite the chill in the air. I felt a strange pang of guilt as I looked at her, and for some reason, Ethan’s name lingered in my mind like an uninvited guest. I hesitated only for a second before I made up my mind, hoisting her limp form onto my shoulder.
I wasn’t like that cold–hearted Alpha.
Bundling her carefully into the back seat of my car, I quickly slid behind the wheel and started the engine. We needed to get out of here–fast. But barely a few meters down the road, the engine spluttered and died. I cursed under my breath, trying a few more times to get it going, but it was no use. Damn it! I glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing at least a dozen Betas charging toward us, shouting curses that echoed off the walls like a tidal wave
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of hatred.
I chuckled, leaning back in my seat, resigned. An Omega outrunning a pack of Betas? Hopeless. But we weren’t completely out of options yet. The car had stalled on a slight slope, tucked between other vehicles parked by a nearby convoy, blending into the nighttime shadows of the desert. We might be able to stay hidden for a while. I took a deep breath, uncapped a small vial, and poured a few drops of a special scent–masking agent onto my hands before dabbing it around the car’s doors and vents.
Turning back to the girl, I tried again to wake her up. She mumbled something, barely audible. I leaned in closer, catching fragments of her slurred speech.
“Blaine…” she whispered, her voice fragile, like she was holding on to that name for dear life.
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