Page 6 of Untamed Omega (One Wild Alpha #2)

Sam

Warmth on my face woke me from a dead sleep.

Sunshine crept over the bed where I had fallen asleep.

I’d called it a table in my mind, thinking of it as a medical office, but now that I was more focused, I realized it was basically a bed, but the medical equipment on a table along the wall still made me feel uncomfortable.

Reggie, who brought me here, had called it a sanctuary.

But I didn’t know him or anyone else in this place.

Wherever it was. Disorientation had been my life since the day I accepted that ride from a stranger who offered me a bottle of water from his cooler in the back seat.

He hadn’t even selected the bottle, just told me to help myself.

I took two sips and passed out, not waking up until the gates to the lab had closed behind me.

Rather, I assumed they had, but the door to my cell certainly had.

I never saw the route or what direction we went.

Either every bottle in that cooler held the same drug, or he was playing a game and seeing who Fate wanted to send to torment.

But it had to be the former because Fate didn’t play games like that.

I’d had my own encounter with Fate not long before the tragedy took me away, had been on my way to have a meal with my mate when my car stalled out on the side of the road.

In such a hurry to get to him, I’d made a decision that ruined it all.

And I had some blank spots in my memory. Confusion that made it hard to remember details from before I was taken, mostly just emotions like guilt and loss. A scent surrounded me, one that was bringing those emotions to the front of my mind.

But I couldn’t place it, and that fact frustrated me beyond my ability to cope. It was important that I remember, but remember what? My captivity was solid in my mind, vivid even, but that was not where I wanted my thoughts to live. I had not been saved so I could dwell on the past.

I felt ready to move forward and hoped to do it without these annoying gaps in memory.

“Well, look who’s awake.” The healer came into the room and approached my bed. “And I bet you’re hungry.”

“Starved.”

“Then how about some breakfast?”