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He jumped as Ebony jammed the needle into his arm and injected it in an instant. Rook’s breathing became ragged.
“You’re both going to be okay,” I said.
Thirty seconds.
I counted.
Still, nothing.
Still, Rook remained clutching her.
Another thirty. Then another.
Then Ebony gave him another shot.
For seven and a half minutes, Rook fought the drugs, trembling and terrified, before he finally sagged, eyes rolling back in his head. We were there to catch him and pull her from his arms.
TWENTY-SEVEN
LOVE
“Now to the question New Oxford is blowing up over: Who is Vex Eden?”
“The gold pack who dropped into a cage with three rutting alphas to claim celebrity actor, Rook Harrison, when he was—and get this—in his eighteenth round of cage fighting.”
“To put that in perspective, the previous record’s owner nearly died in the cage at fourteen rounds and never competed again.”
“If you ask me, after today, I’d be surprised if we see Harrison in the cage again.”
We were in the hospital, and the tinny sounds of the news reporters from Ebony’s phone were grating at my sanity.
Vex and Rook were stable—thank fuck—becauseIcertainly wasn’t.
They were in adjoining rooms, as I’d refused, despite medical advice, to put them in the same bed. I wouldn’t have her waking up, disoriented, in Rook’s arms on an Arkologist’s recommendation just because he’d been afuckingidiot. Not until I knew more had changed between them than just instincts and hormones.
I didn’t care how many worried looks Drake shot me. If I had to pay the price with Vex, I would.
Vex was currently stable with either me or Drake in the room, but the nurse had told us (at the least) not to close the door to Rook’s room. Oddly enough, his vitals hadn’t stabilised with anyone present butEbony. So, my brother was angrily standing in the doorway between Vex and Rook’s rooms, phone playing a news station on full blast, and he was watching it intently. Drake had even edged over to see.
“She’s got to be their mate, though, what else would possess an omega—any omega—to do that?”
“Before the calls come in, let’s dispel some myths, folks, before this gets out of hand.”
“Myths like what?”Another voice asked.
“She didn’t mess up like some people are saying. Quite the contrary. Look at how bright her eyes are—rare to get a moment like that caught on camera. That, ladies and gentlemen, is a feral omega, protecting the alpha she’s claimed. She looks ready to kill for him. Mayson and Piers—the other two in the arena with them—were in ruts, running on nothing but instinct, and she wasn’t soothing them. I’ll be as clear as I can, say what you want about them, but gold pack auras—scents, whatever you like to call it when it comes to omegas—they’re strong.”
“So you’re saying… she wasn’t trying to calm them down?”
“Not in the least. That was a challenge.”
“Doesn’t seem smart.”
“Have you ever been around a feral omega? Not to mention a gold pack one? I’m curious to know what would have gone down if Harrison hadn’t shielded her like he did.”
“What do you think would have happened?”
“Well, there was a moment—look, if you pause it. There was a moment where they both stop. If you ask me, they might have backed off entirely.”
