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Mateo tried to move her, and she muttered. “I need my clothes.”
Owen said. “I’ve got them and your phone. Let’s go.”
Mateo lifted her and held her as they stepped over the blood smear she had put on the ground. He murmured, “Remind me not to piss you off.”
“That was fight or flight, and I couldn’t run.”
The doctor stood next to the door and went back to talk to the police. She returned in a few minutes and handed Owen the business card. “Take her there when she’s calmer. They just need her statement. I know it is horrible, but he thankfully threatened the receptionist on this floor. She’s fine but confirms that he was seeking you by the name Persephone.”
“Only my alphas call me Persephone.” She sighed as she hopped up on the exam table. It was awkward, and her hands throbbed. Dr. Oriel sat on her rolling stool and said, “Do you want to continue?”
“Yeah, or I am never going to get the nerve to come back.”
Oriel smiled. “Right. Can I see those hands?”
She nodded and extended her hands to the doctor. Oriel unwrapped the wet clothes and winced at the raw and ragged knuckles.
Renner smiled. “That’s a look.”
“Nothing appears broken, but we will scan your hands to make sure.”
“Delightful.”
Oriel chuckled. “If they are not your alphas, do you want them here?”
“Owen isn’t anyone’s alpha, and I am sure that he has had a few of these in his time. Different geography, same determination.”
Oriel turned on her chair. “He’s an omega?”
Owen inclined his head. “Yes, ma’am. Registered and contracted to prince charming here. Mateo, our alpha.”
The hand exam was first, and when the ultrasound said she was just sore, Owen wrapped her knuckles again with cold compresses.
“Okay. Neck scan first to check and see what is going on there.” Oriel smiled and carefully went over her neck.
Renner couldn’t help it. Her toes curled as the slippery scanner moved back and forth. Mateo chuckled.
“How old were you when you were halted?”
“Fifteen or sixteen. It was one week of doses.”
“Hmm. Well, that fits with that development. You just need a little push.” Oriel leaned back and gave her a wipe to clean off the gel.
“Oh, great. So, that’s it?”
Oriel gave her a sarcastic look. “Nice try.”
She grumbled and wiggled her way to the edge of the table. Owen and Mateo were looking curiously.
“It would be nice if you didn’t look.”
Mateo smirked. “I am very familiar with Owen’s sex; I am curious to see the differences.”
She was about to offer him a chance to examine at a later date, but Oriel popped up the stirrups and said the eternal words, “Scoot, please.”
She wiggled down and heard the snert of the gel and tried to slowly exhale as the probe went inside her and her ovaries were checked from the inside.
Oriel asked, “When was your last heat?”
