I nodded as she led me to the bathroom.
“You sure are a quiet little thing. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to have your alpha in the room?” she asked. “Here at First Chapter Heat Clinic, the omega’s comfort and desires come first.”
I shook my head.
“Alright, we’ll just grab the clothes he brought and scent the room for you, and as soon as you’re done, we’ll be ready for you.”
I offered a small smile and another nod as the nurse turned and walked away, the soft rhythm of her footsteps vanishing down the hall.
The door clicked shut behind me, and I was greeted with beautiful silence.
I turned the lock with trembling fingers and placed the cup on the sink.
Then, I looked up, and there it was.
The window.
Small and rectangular, barely a slit in the wall, right over the back of the toilet.
I let out a shaky exhale and pressed a hand against my chest. The sachet was still there, warm from my skin. I didn’t have time to be afraid right now.
This was my chance.
I stepped out of my shoes, toes curling against the cold tile for balance. The room hummed softly with the vent above me as I swallowed hard and climbed onto the toilet seat.
My palm braced against the wall as I steadied myself and looked up.
Even like this, my fingers didn’t graze the windowsill.
Carefully, I climbed onto the tank.
It wobbled beneath me, and I froze.
My toes curled against the lid as I regained my balance, pressed one hand to the wall, and used the other to reach up.
This time, my fingertips brushed the edge of the window.
Yes.
I grew to my tiptoes andJackpot.
My fingers wrapped over the edge of the sill. Slowly, I pushed against the glass.
At first, it didn’t budge. My pulse spiked. I nudged harder, and my breath caught in my throat. The frame groaned and paint cracked, and then—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Mrs. Stellar? Are you doing alright in there?” The nurse called.
My heart stopped, and I nearly fell from the tank.
Then another voice joined hers, this one lower.
“Violet’s a mute, she won’t answer you,” Logan said.
I squeezed my eyes shut as bile rose in my throat.
“She’s just so excited to make this baby that she doesn’t know what to do with herself. You can go,” he added. “I’ll handle her.”
