Silenced Omega Chapter 07

Silenced Omega Chapter 07

Laney toppled from the wheelchair, her body curling into a ball on the floor.

“Hold her down,” Preston commanded. “Doctor, extract her pheromones. Now.”

Two nurses immediately pinned her arms.

A thick, ice-cold needle pierced the gland at the back of her neck.

Blood mixed with pheromones rushed into the collection bag.

One bag.

Two bags.

Three bags.

Laney trembled from the pain. A hot gush of fluid between her legs soaked through her nightgown and onto the carpet.

She tried to break free, but they held her fast.

“Let go… my child…” she forced out, her voice a raw whisper as she looked toward Camden.

He stood by Genevieve’s bed, holding her hand and murmuring words of comfort.

He felt Laney’s gaze and turned his head.

Laney used all her strength to move her lips.

“Save… the baby…”

Camden’s pupils contracted for an instant.

But then Genevieve let out a soft whimper, and he immediately turned back to her.

“The fourth bag is ready,” the doctor said.

“Continue,” Preston ordered.

Another doctor beside him went pale.

“We can’t take any more. Her gland is starting to atrophy, and her pheromone concentration is dropping rapidly. If we keep going, she could die.”

Preston frowned.

“How much more does Genevieve need?”

“At least three more bags, but her body is already—”

“Draw it.” Camden turned, his voice flat.

“Give her whatever drugs you need to. Just keep her vitals stable until the antibody separation is complete.”

Laney’s eyes widened.

The cold needle stabbed into her again.

By the time the fifth bag was full, a pool of blood had spread out beneath her.

A young nurse cried out.

“She’s miscarrying.”

Only then did Preston look down at the glaring crimson stain.

Something flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly extinguished by cold resolve.

He turned to Camden. “Go stay with Genevieve. I’ll handle this.”

Camden nodded and walked away.

He didn’t look at Laney again.

After the door closed, Preston crouched in front of Laney, gripped her chin, and forced her to look at him.

“So you really were pregnant?” He laughed once.

“Did you think you could use a child to control Camden? Keep dreaming.”

He looked up at the doctor. “Perform a D&C. Now.”

After a pause, he added,

“And take out her uterus while you’re at it. Then she can’t disgust anyone with this trick again.”

Laney’s body jolted violently.

She fought to get up, but the nurses shoved her back down.

She wanted to scream, but only garbled sounds came out.

“You can’t—”

“You’re not allowed to die yet.” Preston leaned close to her ear, his voice like ice.

“Your life belongs to Genevieve. As long as she has a use for you, you will live.”

“A wolf pup? You think you’re worthy of carrying Camden’s child?”

As they pushed her toward the operating room, her entire body was convulsing.

The pain was so savage she nearly bit through her own tongue.

“Thinking of dying?” Preston’s voice came from above her.

“I told you. Your life isn’t yours to take.”

“If you try anything, I will show you what it means to wish for death.”

Laney stared at him, forcing words from her mangled throat.

“Preston… you’re a dog… a rabid dog…”

“I should never have saved you… I should have let them beat you to death.”

Preston froze for a moment. Something swift and painful flashed in his gray-blue eyes.

But the next second, Genevieve’s weak voice drifted from outside the door.

“Preston… where are you…”

His expression shuttered, and he turned toward the sound.