Page 31 of Choosing Her Alpha
Her body clenched with another painful spasm and more wetness poured out of her.
"Come, girl. We need to do this and get you home. Please."
He sounded pained. He wasn't the sick one, hot, hurting, and leaking. What did he have to be pained about?
She settled on the medical bed and tried to shake off his hand, feeling suddenly moody and disgruntled. What was wrong with her? Snappish, unwise words bubbled in her chest. She hardly knew this man, yet here she was, sitting naked in this medical clinic, sick and maybe dying, and she knew it was all his fault.
He did this to her. She had just wanted help. Instead he was putting her in his harem, dragging her all through his house and getting her ill.
The doctor came in, and beta that he was, the first thing he did was sniff Sasha out. And he had the perfect big nose for it too, Sasha thought unkindly.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Cassington. Well, this omega is entering her first heat, huh?"
He looked at Kane with a conspiratorial smile. "What a fetching thing, alpha."
He smelled oily to Sasha's nose, oily and full of lust. This man loved his job for all the wrong reasons.
"I can see that you have formed a connection, but I really would like you to step outside the room. I need to give the breeder a pelvic and breast exam and check all her glands.
"Under normal circumstances, they don't like it. It must be done for their health and the record, but the poor things don't seem to know what's best. With her cycle starting right this moment, not only will she like it even less, but your presence will complicate the matter. You big brutes trigger their cycle, you know. And you might be feeling territorial. It is actually dangerous and not recommended under king's law to—"
Kane cut him off. "Dr. Cassington, do you know who I am?"
His voice. Sasha wanted to groan. Even with his temper sharpening, that amazing voice got to her.
"Sir." The doctor was all conciliation. He went to the sink to wash his hands. "Sir, I have done this before. There is a very good reason for the law."
When the doctor turned around, he was getting the look. He coughed and pulled out a small pocket sized data pad, shaking his head in disapproval as he typed into it. He adjusted his stool and rolled toward the table, prepared to start the exam despite Kane’s refusal to leave.
"Alright, I'll be recording this for the breeder's records and will talk through the exam. Head at the top of the bed, girl. I'm going to elevate it just a bit."
The whole bed moved under Sasha, the back rising and the bottom dropping. He pulled spider legs from the end of it.
"Now scoot down here right to the edge."
She placed her feet into the stirrups, forcing her legs to open wide. As she shifted forward, another wave of pain hit. Sasha curled into it, moaning, another gush spattered on the floor.
Spattered. On the floor.
She grit her teeth and growled unhappily.
"Well, she is producing a wonderful slick. Bit of blood there. I want you to know that's normal for the first heat. There may end up being quite a bit of blood mixed with her slick. All normal. And not a bad smell at all. This girl smells divine," the doctor said.
She heard drawers opening.
Kane said nothing and moved to stand behind her head. He could have gone down there to look at all her girl bits, check out what was happening, why she kept wetting, but instead he moved to her head where he could watch her and the doctor.
Sasha thought she fell a little in love with him then, this big, domineering, controlling male. He had a whole compound of other alphas and betas bowing and scraping to do his will, yet he was considerate of a little nobody breeder from the slums.
Just like that, her mood shifted to something more normal.
Dr. Cassington smoothed his hand up her leg to her thigh. "Alright. I don't think we need the restraints. Not with an alpha in the room. I'm going to be touching you. First your pubis."
He smoothed over the top of her mound. There was no hair there. She'd seen that some of the prostitutes had little trimmed strips of hair there and some did not. Although curious, she didn't have an amicable enough relationship with them that she could ask. She could talk to Kane's jewels now, though, and they'd be more than delighted at her innocence.
"No gloves, Doctor?" Kane's voice washed over her from above, vibrating with warning.
The doctor answered with a little cough. "Well, no. Sometimes there are tiny anomalies or cysts, polyps and so forth. The gloves keep me from feeling the delicate things."
