Page 111 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

"Those scans documented significant ovarian scarring. Extensive endometriosis. Polycystic ovary syndrome. Uterine lining damage with significant atrophy. Omegas have enhanced healing like Betas, but it was never fast enough to overcome the growths." She swallows. "The diagnosis was clear, and we confirmed what The Capital claimed: pregnancy would never be an option for Halley. She was infertile."

Blaze’s face falls, and he makes a small, wounded sound, as if my past trauma is hurting him now.

I haven't told them much about my medical history, just that I was infertile. I didn't explain the invasive tests, nor did I tell them about the multiple surgeries to remove the endometriosis adhesions. It's been so long that it doesn't feel like that happened to me, but to a young woman I barely remember.

Everlyn points at the grainy, black-and-white screen that I have no chance of deciphering.

"That is not what I am seeing today," she says.

The words hang.

Knox looks down at me, and I watch as his pupils dilate. "What?"

"The scarring is gone."

Viper makes a strangled sound. "Gone?"

"Gone," Everlyn repeats. "What I'm seeing today is a normal ovarian structure with active follicles. Excellent blood flow. Everything is exactly as I'd expect a healthy, young Omega to be."

I feel myself go utterly still, all my muscles tensing at once.

Healthy.

Shade’s breathing hitches, and his hands tighten on mine, then relax, then tighten again as he puts the pieces of the puzzle together and asks, "Does that mean…?"

Everlyn’s gaze flicks to my throat, staring at my bite marks and my held breath.

"It means," she says carefully, "that Halley can get pregnant. She's fertile."

My ears ring.

I stare at Everlyn’s mouth, my brain stuttering as it refuses to process the words she spoke.

Pregnant.

Fertile.

Oh, frack.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Halley

The bond surges with frantic, confused energy.

It hits before I can prepare for it, but the numbness spreading through me keeps the worst of it at a distance.

Viper takes a step away from me, and his eyes rake over me like he can see straight through skin and muscle to whatever has changed inside me. His throat works as his hands flex at his sides, then curl into fists.

"That’s good, right? She’s healthy. That’s," he swallows hard, voice catching, "a good thing."

Everlyn brushes her hair behind her ears and exhales. "It’s certainly a thing. It’s a big thing."

Shade’s voice is the only steady one. "Say the rest."

He looks serious, his mouth pulled into a straight line. Everlyn holds his gaze, and they share a brief, silent discussion until she relents, eyes darting back to the ultrasound screen.

The room smells of cold gel and antiseptic. Under it, threaded through the air, is my Pack. Alpha musk and Beta steadiness mixed with my own Omega sweetness. It occurs to me that we have a Pack scent now that we’re fully mated, a combination of all five of us that tells the world we belong to each other.