Sheâs going to be working with another patient.
A Beta.
Doctor Porter mentioned it proudly, his excitement for his new pupil outweighing the rationale of not sharing private information with Erik.
It should be fine, really. Yet, heâs not sure how he feels about his darling Omega being in the same room as another mass murderer.
Him being the exception, of course.
He wants all her time to be spent with him. No one else should talk to her, let alone look at her.
Sheâs too precious for this world, let alone any of the cretins she wants to help.
Fuck.
And now, she has the audacity to ignore his texts, even though she wonât be in the building all weekend.
Heâll punish her for it later.
But for now, he needs to do more research.
It only takes a few minutes to find the death certificates of Ellieâs mother and sister, and his heart aches for his Omega.
He thinks about the smiles she fakes so easily and her talent for hiding any negative emotions from her face.
No one should need that ability.
He could sense her guilt when she spoke of the car accident, and it was like looking in a mirror. Theyâre more alike than she realizes, and the selfish part of him rejoices.
If he bares his soul to her, lays down his heart at her feet, perhaps she would understand.
He plans to tell her, eventually.
If the time comes.
* * *
The lights dim and he hears the generators click on.
Itâs not the first time theyâve had an outage, but this storm is particularly violent, the wind shaking the windows, the thunder raging outside.
He thinks of her and worries. He canât imagine the tiny cabin is well-equipped to deal with this kind of weather.
Are you alright?
He sends the message, hoping sheâll respond, trying to calm the panic that rises in his chest.
Sheâs from Los Angeles. Sheâs not used to this type of weather.
Message not delivered.
Maybe Gerard gave her a ride out of town before the storm hit.
Maybe she quit.
Thatâs going to make his plan a lot harder.
The door to his cell unlocks and Gerard enters, his eyes shooting to the phone in Erikâs hand.
The Alpha raises an eyebrow, challenging him to say anything about the contraband. Of course, the Beta doesnât comment on it.
âDoctor Porter will be here during the storm,â he says, looking anywhere but at Erik. âHeâs looking to have an extra session with you this weekend.â
But he barely registers the doctorâs words, as Ellieâs Omega scent hits him.
A low rumble builds in his chest as he narrows his eyes at Gerard. âSheâs here,â he rumbles. âIsnât she?â
But he already knows the answer. He smells her lust, desperation, and his need.
Her Heat is coming soon.
âShe is,â Gerard confirms.
âWhere is she staying?â
Itâs not a question, itâs a demand, and Gerard notices.
âIâm not sure. Wherever Doctor Porter puts her.â
Itâs no matter. Heâll find her.
He motions towards the guardâs key. âHow much?â
Gerardâs eyes widen. âFor my keys?â
âI know you have an extra set. Name your price.â
âYouâre out of your fucking mind if you thinkââ
âFifty thousand,â he interrupts. Itâs a cheap offer, but Gerard doesnât know it. Heâd pay ten million if he needed to, just to have a set of keys.
The guardâs eyes are wide, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. âHowââ
âIâll send it to you right now, electronically.â Erik holds up the phone. âFrom my bank.â
Gerard sputters, shaking his head. âBullshit. Thereâs no wayââ
âKeep talking, and I lower it to ten thousand.â
The Beta quickly spews out his banking information, and within seconds, Gerard is fifty thousand dollars richer.
âIt would help if you left for the night, too,â Erik adds nonchalantly.
âAre you going to kill her?â Gerard asks quietly.
The Alpha snarls at him. âDo you think Iâd fucking kill an Omega? Give me your key, before I take them myself.â
Spooked, Gerard tosses his set of keys, leaving the cell door open. âPorterâs in his office right now,â he says quickly. âJust make sure he doesnât catch you.â
âAnd Gerard?â Erik says, just as the guard turns to leave. âI wonât forget how easily you put Ellie at risk.â
The Beta pales and hurries off.
Erik stands up and shuts the cell door, preparing himself for whatâs coming.