Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(71)

As for Brian? No one knew where he’d run off to, but the police were looking for him.

“I’m going to go get some food. The cafeteria is open until eight,” I whispered. “I’ll bring you guys back something?”

“Yeah, whatever is fine. I’m starving, though, so please don’t bring back bird food.” Kane slouched down in his chair, his neck resting on the back of it.

We were all going to be sore in the morning. Not just from the way we were sleeping, but from not doing any recovery or stretching after our brutal game. Maybe they could move us to a pack room if one was available. The nurse was supposed to check on it for us, but this hospital only had two available and he wasn’t sure if they were occupied.

“Can I come with you? I need some air.” Kayla carefully scooted off the bed and stretched.

We all watched her as her shirt rode up a little. She noticed and rolled her eyes before grabbing my hand. “Not the time, boys.”

“There’s always time for appreciating our omega.” I kissed her cheek and entwined our fingers before leading her out of the room.

The lights were a little dimmer now and the floor was mostly quiet besides the sounds hospitals couldn’t get rid of. I didn’t know how anyone could sleep with the beeping and whooshing sounds of oxygen and blood pressure monitors.

The hospital cafeteria was in the basement, and we took the staff elevator to help avoid any run-ins with the public. Our pack was plastered all over the internet with speculation about what had happened both with Beck being in the hospital and our omega.

We hadn’t publicly announced we’d done Omega Match—we wanted to wait until we were bonded—but now the world knew we had an omega and that something had happened to cause OPS to take her.

The stories were ridiculous and mostly focused on Beck doing something to her since he’d been arrested. While they hadn’t cuffed him, a few people saw him put in a police car and that was all it took.

We entered the cafeteria which had mostly doctors and nurses sitting at tables. They didn’t pay us any mind, focusing on eating their food in the little time they had.

Kayla yawned and led me over to the cafeteria-style food line. “Chicken nuggets and fries sound good.”

A woman came from the cash register and pulled on gloves. “They just brought these out too so they’re nice and fresh. The last of the night.”

I wouldn’t consider previously frozen food fresh, but it was at least not going to be soggy. “Can we get five orders to go?”

She whistled. “You’re going to clean me out for the night. They come with a fountain drink too.”

“I’ll get those.” Kayla kissed my cheek and went to the beverage machine by the cash register right behind me.

“She’s a very beautiful woman. You’re a lucky pack.” The woman smiled, grabbing five to-go boxes and putting them on the counter.

“We really are. She’s the missing puzzle piece that makes us complete.” Maybe the hunger was making me corny.

“Well, I wish you all the best. Lord knows marriage to just one man is hard enough. I get home from work, and he expects me to cook and clean, even though I work more hours than him and take care of the kids. I can’t imagine having four husbands, although maybe at least one would help around the house and know their way around the bedroom.” She put chicken nuggets in each of the boxes and then started with the fries.

It sounded like she needed to reassess her marriage, but it wasn’t my place to say that. “We aren’t so bad.”

Being an omega in a pack of alphas wasn’t quite the same as a beta female having a group of beta men. I’m sure that could work too if they really wanted it to, but they didn’t have the instincts and drive like we did to make the omega the center of our world.

“Oh, good. I’m glad one of the others came down to help carry the drinks. I can put these in bags for you too so it’s easy for you to carry them all.” She started closing the lids.

“Excuse me?”

“Your omega and one of your pack members just left. Crap, why didn’t they take the drinks? I don’t have any drink carriers.” She was stacking the boxes to carry.

I wheeled around, not seeing Kayla at the drinks fountain anymore, and the drinks were sitting there on the counter. She wouldn’t just leave, would she? If Rio or Kane came down to help her, I would have felt them or at the very least smelled them.

Although, come to think of it, there was very little scent in the hospital because they pumped specialized de-scenting spray through the vents. They should do it in all public buildings, but the shit is expensive as fuck and still couldn’t mask a perfuming omega.

“Kayla?” I walked into the seating area and looked around, wondering if she’d gone looking for straws or a drinks carrier on the endcap with the napkins and condiments.

A doctor who was eating alone looked up from the book he was reading. “She left with your coach.”

It was a good thing I was in a hospital because my heart stopped.





CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE





Kayla





I filled five cups with ice and was excited to see it was the good crunchy pebble kind. The ice could really make or break a soft drink.

The day was turning around after a cluster fuck of problems. I hadn’t expected to feel so broken when OPS took me and had been trying to think of a way out of the whole situation when Kara messaged me asking about Beck.