Chapter Twenty Three

Josef's POV

Every Omega stared at us in horror as I carry the half-dead body of Klaire. This time, I did not take her to their quarters, I went straight to the infirmary with some of the Omegas tailing us.

"Doctor!" I shouted as I carefully laid her beaten up body on one of the empty beds there.

The Doctor came out from his office and nonchalantly stared at Klaire's body before looking at his watch. "I'll have the nurse clean her up and give her some morphine. I have a class in less than an hour." He told me and nodded his head at the nurse who moved to do what he said.

Before he could leave, I blocked his way with my arms spread out. "But she's pretty beaten up badly, doc. Please at least take a look at her."

He sighed and stared boredly at me. "Son, she is not a mere human that will die from a beating. Now get out of my way." Being the Delta that he is, he laced his voice with command, but I held it in.

"K-Klaire is an Omega, doc. And she heals pretty slower than us."

Delta Henr