Page 37 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

Reyna

T he drive to the doctor’s office is just as awkward as you’d think it’d be, with just Killian and I in the car. It’s dead silent the entire way there, minus the notifications that keep popping up on his phone.

I’d offer to read them out to him, but I don’t wanna read anything I shouldn’t. The man’s a fucking councilman of Riverwell.

I forget that, sometimes.

Not that it’s easy to forget, considering the way he carries himself.

It’s just that living in his home and seeing him in the kitchen in a white t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms while he drinks a cup of coffee—black, of course—is the kind of domestic image that I’d never associate with any of the old, crotchety council members.

“You’re staring at me,” he says, turning into the parking lot of what I assume to be the doctor’s office.

“Sorry,” I say, jerking my gaze out the window.

“Why?”

“Nothing, really.”

“It doesn’t seem like nothing,” he says, pulling off his sunglasses after he parks the car. I can feel his gaze burning holes into the side of my face with how intensely he’s staring at me.

“Now you’re the one who’s staring,” I huff, narrowing my eyes at him.

His jaw ticks as he returns my stare.

“I always seem to fuck up, with you, don’t I?” He says softly.

“Maybe you’re not fucking up with me, maybe you’re just fucking up in general,” I snap.

The moment the words leave my mouth, I feel a little bad. He really hasn’t been that bad this afternoon. A little broody, maybe, but not mean or cruel. I’m snapping at him like he just groped my ass at The Warehouse, or something.

Then I’m reminded of the way he was just going to leave Stone in the hospital, knowing exactly how he felt about them, and it snaps me back into that angry skepticism I seem to carry when it comes to him.

“You’re right, I have fucked up,” he says, nodding.

His seemingly sincere admission takes the wind right out of my sails again. The emotional whiplash I get from this man leaves me reeling whenever I interact with him.

His phone buzzes again and I see his eyes draw towards the notification. He curses under his breath.

“I have to keep this conversation short. There’s something at work that requires my attention,” he sighs, grabbing his phone from the mount on the center console and beginning to type away furiously.

“Oh, well, I guess I’ll just go in myself, then?”

“Yes,” he says, continuing to stare down at his phone. “You just have to give them your name, everything is already taken care of.”

My hands clench into fists in my lap as I take a deep breath.

“Okay then.” My voice is harsh and combative, like it normally is when I talk to him, but I know deep down that it’s to mask the insecurity I feel walking into that office alone. I seriously don’t remember the last time I went to the doctor. Maybe when I was a little kid?

Did I really want to go in there with him?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

Even though I think he’s kind of a dick, as long as I’m in the bubble of his presence and not the one his anger is being aimed at, his dominance is honestly a little… comforting? Like, the devil you know, and all that.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and push open my door, but Killian wraps his hand gently around my wrist before I can leave.

“Wait," he says.

I inhale sharply at his touch, the buzz that travels along my arm making my head spin. Breathing in his expensive black tea scent doesn’t help with the rush I feel as I look over my shoulder at him.

“What?” I ask.

“Would you like me to come in with you?”

“You—you’d do that?”

“Yes, I can handle the shitshow the exact same from the waiting room of the office, though I may have to step out for a call.”

I should say no. I should say he can fuck off and do whatever work he’s got to get done that’s obviously ridiculously important to him, but I don’t.

I remember what Stone said about all of them and about how all of them work their asses off to bury their own past ghosts.

The thing is, you can’t bury ghosts. Trust me, I’d know. As much as they tell themselves that working themselves to the bone will get rid of whatever they’re dealing with, it won’t.

I wonder what Killian is trying to run away from.

“Sure—fine, if you want to,” I say, glancing away from him.

“I want to," he says, his thumb tracing my pulse point and making my heart leap into my chest.

He notices. God, it seriously feels like nothing escapes his notice. Why the hell do all the members of this pack have to be so perceptive? So present? So thoughtful?

He gives my wrist a gentle squeeze before he moves to get out of the car himself.

I hate to admit it, but walking into the doctor’s office is a lot less anxiety-inducing than I thought it would be, with him by my side.

My eyes go wide as I take in the waiting room.

It’s full of sofas and armchairs, not the plastic or metal waiting chairs I would’ve expected from a doctor’s office.

Those were the kinds of chairs in the clinics I’d take my siblings to if they ever got super sick.

This room is full of soft fabrics and… pastels?

I don’t think there’s a single sterile gray thing in this room.

It’s like it was made with an omega’s comfort in mind.

“Wow,” I breathe out.

“We have an appointment for Reyna Carver,” Killian says to the receptionist.

A sweet-looking beta woman in pastel pink scrubs smiles at me.

“Ah, yes! Hi there Reyna! I just have some forms for you to fill out before I bring you back.” She slides over a pen and clipboard with a few forms attached to it over to me. The clipboard is also pink. It’s honestly pretty cute.

I glance at the beta’s nametag and offer her a soft smile.

“Thank you, Katrina.”

“You’re very welcome, Reyna. Just bring those back to me when you’re done, and I’ll get you settled in the back for Dr. Rockwell.”

My brows draw down as I start to fill out the form.

“Um, hey Killian?” I whisper, leaning over on the plush sofa we’re seated on. “What—what should I put for my address?”

I shift nervously, my knuckles going white around the pink pen with a fluffy pom-pom attachment at the end. Very on theme, it seems.

Killian’s expression softens as he glances up from his phone to look at me.

“You can put our place," he says.

Looks like either Milo or Theo told Killian about what happened to my family’s old home in the Southside.

“Okay, are you sure?”

“Yes. Here let me write out the address for you.”

He takes the pen and clipboard from me. It’s kind of funny, watching such a domineering man write with a pink pompom pen.

“Let me know if you have any more questions,” he says.

“I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“You aren’t, Princess. I’m sure you know by now that I have no issues speaking my mind.”

I let out a little huff of laughter as I roll my eyes.

“Yup, definitely know that.”

I can’t help but smile, though, at his teasing. I keep my face buried in the paperwork. His ego doesn’t need the boost from me thinking he’s funny, it’s big enough as is. When I finish the rest of the paperwork, I walk up to the reception desk and hand it all back to Katrina.

“Perfect, if you’ll follow me, I’ll take you back to see the doctor.”

I freeze, glancing over my shoulder. Already? Alone?

Sure, this doctor’s office looks real pretty, but I’m not sure it’ll look that way when I get back there. Plus, do I really want to be alone with a man in an enclosed room in a building I know nothing about?

Killian glances up from his phone, his brows immediately drawing down when he reads the expression on my face. He stands from his seat on the sofa and comes over to me, brushing some of my dark hair away from my face.

“I think it would be best if you went in alone,” he says, answering my silent question.

“Are you sure?” I ask, swallowing hard in an attempt to clear the lump that’s formed in my throat.

“Yes, just in case there are things you want to remain confidential," he says.

He has a point, I guess. I’ve only known this man for a couple days. I honestly trust him the least out of all the guys in the Graylock Pack, but still. The omega in me is practically throwing a tantrum at the idea of heading in there alone.

I give a jerky nod and roll my shoulders back. No point in avoiding the inevitable.

“Right this way, Reyna,” Katrina says, holding the door open for me.

“I’ll be here waiting for you, Princess,” he calls after me, his voice surprisingly soft.

I offer Killian one small wave before the door shuts behind me.

“Oh my gosh, Killian Graylock?” Katrina says, fanning herself as she walks me down the hall. “He’s so handsome! You’re a lucky girl.”

“Yeah, he is pretty handsome,” I say, eyeing the decorations in this hallway that seem to match the waiting room.

Katrina takes my height and weight in the hallway, writing it down on my chart, before showing me to the exam room.

“Alright, I have you in exam room four, the doctor will be in with you shortly!”

I freeze when I take a step into the exam room. There’s a normal medical examination table, sink, and chair for the doctor, but there’s also another plush-looking sofa with a fresh-smelling fuzzy blanket thrown across the back.

The walls and lighting are also all cozy. It’s nothing like what I imagined a sterile doctor’s examination room to look like.

What kind of place is this?

Maybe I should’ve asked Killian more questions.

I can’t help it. I make my way to the soft couch and pull the blanket onto my lap. I’ve fought my omega’s urges enough today, by leaving Killian in the waiting room and coming in here alone. I can afford her this small comfort.

There’s a knock at the door, sooner than I expected. My eyes go wide when I see the person who steps through the door.

I expected an alpha, maybe a beta, but definitely a man.

The person who smiles at me with a white lab coat and a nametag reading “Dr. Charlotte Rockwell” is the furthest thing from that.

“You’re an omega,” I breathe out, my voice quiet from shock.