Chapter 18: Suspicion Grows

Hayley’s POV

The spot on my stomach where Eloise had kicked me throbbed painfully. I groaned and clung tightly to Benjamin’s clothes. He noticed my discomfort and gently lifted me to the back seat of the car, saying, “Sorry, I forgot you’re an Omega and might have a lower pain threshold. Do you want to go to the hospital?”

“No need,” I replied. I planned to secretly awaken Hera later. It wouldn’t take long for me to heal on my own. I was only a bit surprised. Wasn’t he supposed to be repulsed by me, like his other siblings?

Seeing my refusal, he frowned but said nothing, driving me back to the Southwells Residence. Returning to the room, I took out my phone and saw a flurry of messages from Thomas.

“Alpha, are you alright? Were you saved?”

I texted back, “Yes, but I got hurt.”

Thomas sent me a crying emoji and replied, “You’re so unlucky! Do you need my help?”

“I can handle it. You don’t need to follow up.”

“Okay, call me if you need anything,” Thomas replied flatteringly.

After dealing with my talkative Beta, I made a phone call. Since I couldn’t confront Eloise as an Alpha, I arranged for someone else to handle it. The other party was angry after hearing what had happened to me. “Eloise Scott, right? I’ll take care of the aftermath!”

“Thank you then,” I sweetly replied.

“Oh, by the way, Hayz, I’m planning to visit the Midnight Pack to meet an old friend. I’ll see you then,” the person on the other end of the phone said dotingly.

“That sounds great. I’ll treat you to a drink then!”

Just then, someone knocked on the door. I put away my phone, opened the door in confusion, and saw Benjamin’s cold face.

“Doctor, here is the patient. Please check on her.”

“Ms. Carson, right? Can we come in?”

“Yes, of course.” Seeing the doctor with medical supplies, I couldn’t refuse, so I let them in. The doctor performed a quick check and handed me some medicine. “There don’t seem to be any major…”

I was eager for the doctor to leave. “Okay, thank you.”

After the doctor left, Benjamin and I exchanged glances. He suddenly asked, “Were you talking to someone on the phone just now?”

I casually made up an excuse, “It was just a prank call.”

Benjamin looked at me with suspicion for a moment before saying, “Give me your number, so I can contact you if necessary.”

“Sure.” I readily agreed, wanting to drive him out of the room. I typed my number into his phone and handed it back to him. “Goodnight, Benjamin.”

Benjamin reminded me again, “Don’t forget to take your medicine.” Then, he turned and walked out. As the door was closing, I noticed him glance back at me with a meaningful look before he picked up his phone, seemingly ready to make a call.

Was he starting to suspect something?