Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Eric took the seat across from the doctor and curled his hands in his lap, dropping his gaze. He felt incredibly awkward. And confused. He’d had no idea the doctor would be an alpha. Especially an alpha who was handsome and relatively young. Why had he been given an alpha doctor? Granted, he hadn’t specified that he didn’t want an alpha doctor, but Eric hadn’t thought it was necessary, considering his omega designation and the fact that he was coming off his heat.
Back home, he wouldn’t even be allowed to be alone with a strange alpha like this.
But he wasn’t home.
Eric cleared his throat a little and looked back at the doctor.
It was hard not to notice that Dr. Hugh Randall was an attractive man. His thick chestnut hair was streaked with gold, his face full of character and strength: sharp cheekbones, a patrician nose, well-shaped lips, and a firm jaw dusted with dark stubble. The blue coat he was wearing over his white shirt did little to hide that he was fit and broad-shouldered like most alphas. It was hard to tell his age: he was a man in his prime, and he could be anywhere between twenty-five and fifty, since alphas generally didn’t show signs of aging before they hit their fifties.
“Are there—are there no omega doctors?” Eric said.
Dr. Randall’s eyes softened. They were an unusual color, something between blue and green. Turquoise—that was the color.
“I know that in Pelugia omegas are treated by omega or beta doctors, but in Kadar we treat all genders and designations.” The doctor’s voice was smooth and soothing. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, Eric. I treat dozens of omegas every day. It’s just a job for me. You should forget that I’m an alpha. I’m a doctor, you’re my patient, and my designation doesn’t matter.”
Rationally, Eric understood that. But it was still incredibly hard to force himself to talk about such intimate issues with an alpha.
He wondered if Dr. Randall knew about the scandal.
Pushing the thought away, Eric sat up straighter and, fixing his gaze on Dr. Randall’s dark blue tie, said, “I’ve been experiencing problems with my—my cycle for the past few months.”
Dr. Randall made a humming noise, writing something down. “You’re a Vos omega, correct?”
Eric nodded.
“What, exactly, is the problem? Has your cycle become irregular?”
Eric shook his head. “No, it’s not that. I’ve been… My heats are much stronger now. Too strong. Like, I know what a normal heat is supposed to be like for a Vos omega—my heats have been textbook-normal since I presented at thirteen. My last few heats were very much not normal.”
Dr. Randall stopped making notes and lifted his gaze to him, frowning. “There’s no such thing as normal, Eric. Everyone is different. People change. Their bodies do as well. There are many reasons why an omega’s heat might change its intensity. Losing a mate, meeting a potential mate, birth of a child.” His eyes became piercing. “Sometimes a very stressful situation is enough to change the heat’s intensity.”
Eric suppressed a grimace. So that answered the question of whether the doctor was aware of the scandal or not.
“But first, we need to exclude the possibility of a malignant growth, so I will examine you before we proceed further.”
“Ex—examine me?”
Dr. Randall gave him a steady look. “Of course. Please undress below the waist and lie down on the examination table. I’ll perform a manual examination.”
Eric swallowed. He looked at the doctor’s long, strong fingers and tried not to blush.
Manual examination.
Right.
“Can’t you use ultrasound for that kind of thing?”
Dr. Randall cocked his head to the side, studying him. “I can,” he said. “And I intend to use it after the manual examination. If you’re shy, ultrasound isn’t a solution. I would still need to insert the probe into your—”
“Right,” Eric said.
“Besides,” Dr. Randall said. “There are certain problems that are difficult to detect with tech, so I wouldn’t recommend skipping manual examination. Ultrasound might not provide a full picture. But if you are truly uncomfortable, we will stick to ultrasound.”
Wincing, Eric got to his feet. “No, that’s fine. I want to get to the bottom of it.” He headed to the curtain separating the examination area from the rest of the office and quickly pulled off his pants and underwear. He looked at his socks, hesitating. Did he need to take them off, too?
After a moment, he decided against it and climbed onto the examination table. He lay down on his back and cleared his throat. “I’m ready.”
He heard the doctor pull on his gloves; the snap of rubber made him flinch, his stomach tightening with nerves. He hadn’t been examined by an Alpha Omega doctor since he presented years ago, and the doctor had been a beta, which was much less unnerving and embarrassing.
Dr. Randall’s face was the picture of professionalism as he walked toward Eric, but Eric still found himself blushing. He was naked below the waist in front of an attractive mature alpha. To his mortification, he felt a significant amount of slick trickle out of his hole.