“There’s something on her tongue, Alpha.” Dr. Liana said.

“Could you take it out?” Malcolm asked, stepping closer, his voice low and steady though I caught the tension coiled beneath it.

I lingered in the doorway, arms crossed, heart hammering against my ribs.

“I’ll try to remove it,” Dr. Liana said without hesitation, already snapping on a fresh pair of gloves and reaching for her stainless-steel tweezers.

She leaned over Margaret’s still form, her movements precise despite the eerie stillness of the cabin.

Gently, she pried open the Omega’s jaw that stiff, yet strangely pliant and carefully probed beneath her tongue.

After a tense moment, the tweezers closed around something...