ROSALIE’s POV
“Help…” The word left my lips barely louder than a breath, but it was enough to make them all freeze. They stared back at me with a conflicted expression like they weren’t sure how to react.
That same look of edge they had a few days ago when they returned to the apartment looking clearly disturbed returned. They’d been on the edge even after I returned from the library. It was only moments ago they warmed up, but it seemed they were retreating into their shells again.
I’d ask what was wrong except this time, I needed this heat taken care of as soon as possible or I might lose my mind. Was it possible that omegas passed out during their heat when there was no remedy? That was starting to look like a very likely possibility for me if I didn’t do something about this.
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