He didn’t like hospitals, but he wasn’t an idiot: he did need to see a doctor. “Thanks for the ride!” He hopped off the helicopter, shut the door, and strode toward the clinic before he could chicken out. “I’m sure,” Eric said with confidence he didn’t feel.

Over the past few months, Eric had found that being independent was very overrated. He’d grown up surrounded by affectionate older brothers, under the protection of his alpha mother. What he craved was being part of a pack, security of not having to make hard decisions by himself. Eric was probably the only omega in existence who didn’t crave independence and freedom to do whatever he wanted. Part of Eric wished Lucien would push and insist on staying with him. “If you’re sure,” Lucien said, frowning a little but accepting his decision, ever so considerate. Even after months in this country, the Cleghorns’ majestic estate still didn’t really feel like home. “No,” Eric said, opening the helicopter door. “I’ll wait for you here,” Lucien said, clearly not buying his lie. Pushing the thought away, Eric said, “I’m not nervous.” Which is why you ended up fleeing to another country, you ninny.

He never knew what to say, preferring his computer and his online friends to real people. But compared to Lucien, Eric felt like a country bumpkin. It wasn’t really about outward appearance: he knew that physically he looked very much like an omega, and a pretty one, with his soft features, light-brown hair, and long eyelashes framing his blue eyes. Next to him, Eric was acutely aware of his own flaws. Lucien was everything an omega was supposed to be: gorgeous, gentle-mannered, well spoken, and graceful. Ever since he’d moved to Kadar, Lucien had become the closest person to him in the country. There’s no need to be nervous.”Įric smiled faintly at the older omega. Their service, discretion, and expertise are very highly rated. “This is a good clinic, Eric,” Lucien said as the helicopter landed. And no matter how much Lucien tried to comfort him, Eric doubted it was nothing serious. And yet that was exactly what had happened to Eric during his last three heats, and it had been getting progressively worse.Īt this point, he had no choice but to see a doctor. Omegas like him weren’t supposed to turn into mindless animals craving an alpha knot. Omegas like him were supposed to have very mild heats, remaining lucid and in control. After his third abnormally strong heat, Eric could no longer deny it.

Or at least there was something wrong with his heats. It was a nice sentiment, but Eric doubted it. “Everything will be all right,” the other omega said. “The doctor is considered one of the best in his field.”Įric Blake hummed noncommittally, looking out the helicopter window at the cloudless sky. Best Websites to Search for Travel Insurance in Canada

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