Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(70)

Rio growled at the reporter, and she jumped, backing up a step. “Get out of our way,” he barked.

I would have given him a high-five if it wasn’t such a precarious situation. I fucking hated paparazzi and news reporters that didn’t respect that this was our lives they were intruding on. And for what? To have the breaking news story?

We walked in a solid line of alpha to the emergency room entrance. There were several security guards out front keeping reporters back. If one of them really wanted to get in the hospital, though, it wasn’t like security could stop them if they lied and said they were sick.

One of the guards lifted his chin at us as we passed by. The emergency room was busy, and the clerks and nurses behind the reception desk look frazzled.

We got in the line to wait our turn but one of the nurses behind the desk recognized us immediately and gestured for us to follow her. She led us to the elevator and scanned her card. “They just took him up to a private room on the fourth floor. As soon as you step off the elevator, make a right and the nurses’ station will be right there. I’m not sure what room.”

“Thank you,” we said in unison as we got on the elevator and pressed the button.

I leaned heavily against the wall, my adrenaline crashing and my body feeling like it weighed two times as much. “No messages from the lawyers yet?”

Rio glanced at his phone. “No. They said they’d deliver the video recording to the appropriate people, but it might be a few hours.”

The elevator dinged to announce our arrival on the fourth floor, and we followed Kane off and to the right. The smell of food wafted from somewhere, and my stomach growled. It was just after five in the evening, but after playing as hard as we did, I was starving.

A male nurse swiveled around in his chair and saw us approaching the nursing station, his jaw dropping open at the sight of us. He seemed to have forgotten how to speak as we stopped in front of him.

“We’re here to see Beckett Thomas. The nurse in the ER said he was just brought up.” Rio knocked on the counter with his knuckles, which immediately snapped the man out of his trance.

“Oh, shit. I mean… crap. Oh, man. Damn it.” He took a deep breath and stood. “I’m sorry. You’re just… wow. You’re all so much more attractive in person.”

I couldn’t help but smile at how flustered he was. “Thanks. Did they bring Beckett up here?”

“Yes! He’s in room four-twenty-one. Right down that way on the left.” He pointed. “Great game, by the way. Hopefully, everything will be okay with Beck.”

“Thank you.” Kane nodded at him, and we walked quickly toward Beck’s room.

Now that we were closer to him, I could feel how stressed he was through the pack bond. He wasn’t even bothering to put up a wall to stop us from feeling it.

The door was cracked open, and I knocked before pushing it open to find him lying in bed, hooked up to an IV and heart rate monitor. He had what looked like a folded washcloth over his eyes and the room was dark besides a dim light next to his bed.

“Hey,” I whispered. I knew he was awake since I could feel his emotions. As soon as he heard my voice, relief replaced his anxiety. “We’re here now.”

“Took you guys long enough,” he croaked.

Was he joking right now? It was so unlike him, especially considering the situation.

I sat down on the end of the bed and put my hand on his leg. “How long are you in for?”

“Overnight and then I guess they’ll take me to jail. Surprised they didn’t cuff me to the bed, but the officers didn’t come up here with me.” Beck moved the washcloth to his forehead and cracked his eyes open. “It’s so bright in here.”

Rio pulled a chair up next to his bed and took his hand. “You idiot. Shut your eyes.”

Kane sat on the other side of the bed. “If the cops didn’t come up here with you, that probably means they are dropping the charges. We found out some shit, but right now, you need to sleep.”

The door to the room crashed open and we all jumped, Beck groaning from the noise and the intrusion of light from the hallway.

“Fuck, pushed it a little too hard.” Kayla came in like a tornado and rushed toward the bed, her face red and tear-stained. “Beck…”

She burst into tears, and I jumped up since I was closest to her and guided her toward the bed. I wanted to hug her and comfort her but knew she needed to make sure Beck was okay. He winced as she crawled onto the bed with him but then sighed like a weight had been lifted off of him as she snuggled into him.

I quickly shut the door to give us privacy and to reduce the light in the room before grabbing another chair and pulling it next to Rio.

We were together once again, and I didn’t know about the others, but I planned on never letting Kayla go.





Beck had finally fallen asleep, and we’d gotten comfortable in our chairs we’d pulled around his bed. The OPS agents had filled us in a bit about what was happening with the investigation, and for now, we were breathing a little easier.

They weren’t taking Kayla, and Beck wouldn’t be taken to jail unless new evidence came to light about him being involved. We all knew he wasn’t, and the OPS agents didn’t seem to think he was either.

They’d also already had Brandie detained since she lived in an omega compound. Kayla and Kara knew her from when they were classmates together at the academy. Brandie was a few years ahead of them, and now she worked for Omega Match. From what Kayla told us, Brandie hadn’t matched before leaving the academy.