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The doctor went quiet. “Yes.”
“You’ve… You’re treating him? You’ve seen him?”
“Yes,” he said again, and he sounded almost surprised. “I was with him just before you arrived.”
Unable to stop myself, I jumped from the table and was met with the resistance of his body, his hand on my arm with a subtle pressure that only an Omega would dare use against an Alpha. “I need you to take me to him.”
“General Titus,” he began.
“You don’t understand,” I told him, then stopped. “Maybe you do. His scent…”
“Yes,” he interrupted, his voice softer this time. “I do understand. At least as much as the tests have allowed. The leading scientists that were working his lab…”
“His father,” I corrected. “The sociopathic son of a bitch that used his own son as a lab rat was his father.”
The doctor was quiet a long moment. “I’m aware of who Dr. Kasher is. He is a very smart man—smarter than I am. He accomplished in a few months with his son things that were nothing more than concepts in my former lab. He managed to alter his DNA.”
“Is that why he smells the way he does?”
“Yes,” the doctor said, and his hand squeezed my arm again.
I swallowed thickly, my face tipped toward the ground. “And is that why a bond was created between us?”
The silence in the room rang loud, like sharp bursts, and then the doctor cleared his throat. “A mate-bond?”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t say anything,” he said, his voice tight. “When you were in my care.”
“I was a little busy with shock, and I assumed since he was a fucking human, the feeling would pass. But I’ve been dreaming—” I stopped and cleared my throat. “I’m desperate for his scent. I get that he’s not exactly a guest here, but I need to see him.”
“Yes. Yes, Jesus,” he said. His hand left my arm, and I heard him shuffling around. “That explains so much.”
I took a step back and nearly tripped over something tall and metal, catching myself on the bed. I let out a growl of frustration and turned toward the sound of him. “What’s going on?”
“Well, I think he’s dying,” the doctor said, and my wolf instantly scrambled for the surface. My claws extended, fangs sharpened, eyes burned. “He’s going into heat, General Titus, and I’m not sure he’s going to survive it.”
Chapter Eleven
MISHA
The tests were kinder, the people looking at me like I was actually a human—or maybe even better considering how they all felt about humans. I didn’t see the doctor again after the revelation that my DNA was slowly evolving into something else—something between human and Wolf. Instead, I saw nameless nursing staff who took vials of blood, and orderlies who gave me food, and techs who wheeled me to and from x-rays as they monitored the change in my bones.
And I didn’t need to have a biology degree to know that I was going to die the moment my body tried to reshape itself into a wolf. Because I was not one.
It was why, even with my father’s ability to change my DNA—something no scientist should have ever been able to accomplish—I was going to die.
And I could feel it too. No one would tell me what was going on, but I started to feel sicker. I’d wake in the middle of the night with my bed drenched in sweat, a horrific, empty ache in my gut, my skin feeling like it was on fire. I was filled with a need for something that didn’t make any sense. I had no words for it, no name for it. My eyes burned, and the tips of my fingers itched like claws wanted to break through.
And I knew when that happened, it would be over.
I wasn’t brave enough to look at myself after the morning the doctor showed me what I was becoming, but I didn’t need to. Every time I blinked, I saw the orange flash of an Omega staring back at me. They eventually returned to brown, but they didn’t stay that way. They were forever altered.
Time began to bleed together, and I lost track of how long I’d been there. It might have been minutes, it might have been hours. Hell, it might have been days or weeks or months. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t want to move.
Every so often, my thoughts would drift to Kor, and it was only remembering his warm hand touching my arm and the feeling of him close that kept me from falling off the edge. But with every breath, the pain and discomfort got worse.
I knew it wouldn’t be long before I begged for death.
