evil prevails

part 30(M)

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Danielle tries to get used to the constant studying glances of the alphas, which she feels even behind her back, and the phrases thrown her way in an attempt to flirt with the young and attractive doctor. Marsh will endure if it helps someone feel better, even if only temporarily. She conducts her daily rounds with a beta, slightly older, who has been working here for a few months, and is about to leave when she hears the now familiar voice behind her:
— Doctor, I think you forgot your stethoscope at my bed.
She turns around and looks at the alpha with a bandaged head. She smiles charmingly, confident that her smile can charm anyone, but all Danielle wants to do is sigh heavily.
— It won't work, Sergeant Lee, — the omega says, pointing at the stethoscope hanging around her neck. — And no, I definitely didn't forget anything, including examining you. Think of something else.
— That's why your wife left you, Lee, — laughs an alpha lying two beds away from the sergeant.
— Quiet, you, don't get in my way, smartass. You might not have the looks, but I'm telling you, I'm a pro at this, — Lee rolls her eyes, waving off the other alpha.
— Good luck, hero, — the other one smirks.
— I'm still here, ladies, — Danielle sternly glances from one to the other, shaking her head disapprovingly. — You'd better not forget to take your pills, sergeant, and don't worry about me, — the omega flashes a sweet smile before turning and leaving the room, hearing laughter behind her. They're having fun. That means they're getting better. Danielle is glad about that.
She stuffs her hands into her pockets and walks firmly down the hallway, greeting soldiers and doctors passing by, then quickly lowering her head. It's one thing to tolerate the stares from the patients, but the rest only make her feel awkward and under pressure. Danielle isn't used to it. She isn't used to being the center of attention, the subject of discussions that doctors and even the soldiers probably have. The omega prefers the quiet corners where no one tries to pry into her soul.

Lost in her thoughts, the omega doesn't notice when she bumps her forehead into someone's shoulder. She flinches in surprise and quickly raises her head, meeting the gaze of the general who has just stepped out of the hospital director's office. Those cat-like eyes instantly paralyze her, pinning her in place, not even allowing her to breathe.
— Have you lost your bearings, Doctor Marsh? — asks the general in her calm, clear voice, sending shivers down the omega's spine.
— I'm sorry, General Kang, I was just lost in thought, — mumbles Danielle, mentally slapping herself for letting this arrogant eagle, who thinks she has the right to decide her fate, intimidate her. The omega straightens her back and slightly furrows her brow.
— How are you finding things here? — Haerin asks, raising an eyebrow and stuffing her hands into her trouser pockets. — It must be quite tough for such a young doctor, whose experience is mostly in hospitals.
— Not at all, — Danielle snorts, mentally rolling her eyes. Of course Haerin already knows everything about her. — The patients here have an excellent sense of humor.
— So, you won't get bored, — the general smirks briefly, not taking her eyes off the omega for a second. Her shiny, full lips constantly distract, drawing attention, and the general keeps glancing at them, trying to study them.
— General, — Danielle frowns. — May I go home on weekends? — her eyes fill with hope. — It's not far from here...
— You may not, — Haerin cuts off her hope with one clear blow. Danielle immediately deflates, not even trying to hide her now saddened gaze.
— But why? Doctor Moon said I could...
— Doctor Moon isn't the general, — Haerin does it again. She presses the omega down with that arrogant gaze. Or maybe it just feels that way to Danielle, because the alpha's expression doesn't change, though her voice sends chills down her spine. — From now on, Marsh Danielle, you belong to the army and to me. I decide when and where you can go.

Danielle shrinks, like a child being scolded by a parent. She lowers her gaze to the floor but refuses to slump in front of this alpha.
— Why did you choose me? — she dares to ask, looking up at the woman again. — There are far better and more experienced specialists at our hospital.
— Because I thought you were the best, — the general suddenly switches to informal speech, but Danielle doesn't even notice, lost in the deep, low voice of the alpha. — If you want to talk about weekends, you'll need to address that to me personally. Is that clear?