Omega's Unexpected: MM Werewolf MPREG Romance (Lucky Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Fox Hawkins, Britannia Bloom
confused, and… really upset about it. Adam hasn't been exposed to pregnant omegas, especially the male ones since they have to hide from human society when they begin to show, but for all he knows this could be due pregnancy related hormones. Members of his pack have told him stories about their expectant mates and it's given Adam the distinct impression that pregnant omegas are not a force to be reckoned with.
What baffles Adam the most, however, is that he's pretty sure the omega is accusing Adam of knocking him up. His luminous eyes are as hard as diamonds, pinning Adam with a ferociously accusatory stare.
Whether or not the omega knows it—probably not, since they're total strangers—it's not possible for Adam to be the father. If his junk functioned like it's supposed to, then he'd already be happily settled with a mate and a gaggle of adorable, energetic children but… he can't get an omega pregnant. Ever. And as much as that hurts him, it pretty much knocks this omega's insane theory out of the park.
Plus, sex is heavily involved in creating a baby, and Adam would remember having sex with someone as cute and… nuts as this omega.
"Uh… look, I don't know who you are or why you're here, but that's not my baby." He knows the omega is about to protest, he spies the smaller male sucking in an angry huff of air. "No, seriously, I mean it. I'm infertile, I can't— I'm just not the father, okay?"
"You are the father!" The omega insists, apparently unwilling to be dissuaded by things such as logic and reason. "This is the address they gave me! I recognize your scent! I wouldn't mistake something as serious as this!"
Adam worries, distantly, that the little guy might be yelling loud enough that his neighbor doesn't even have to try to eavesdrop. And he's about to correct the omega again that, no, he can't be the father because that's fundamentally impossible, but before he can say anything the other werewolf continues:
"We only slept together once and then my heat ended. It ended because I conceived ."
The alpha stares at him, head cocked, because now he's starting to worry that maybe he has slept with this guy and he just doesn't remember it. "The OHC?"
" Yes! " Comes the emphatic answer.
Adam wracks his brain for a 'slept together once' scenario and it doesn't take him very long at all because he does the math in his head. Freshly pregnant means a few weeks ago at least, he's not showing and his scent doesn't smell that strongly of it yet so that supports that theory.
Which means…
"Oh, you ." Adam exclaims, snapping his fingers as he recalls it. "Yeah, yeah. I remember you! You were awesome ."
The omega gapes at him, face staining red, and his scent lightens with the flattery albeit only for a moment before he reins himself in and his expression returns to petulant sourness. " Now do you believe me?" He asks, impatient.
Adam shakes his head in disbelief, but a sliver of doubt starts to wind through his understanding of the situation like a crack in a concrete column. "I can't, though. I'm infertile—,"
" Not infertile enough ," the omega snaps.
Softening, Adam drags a hand through his hair and his guest's gaze follows the motion, frowning as he spots the blackened crisp of burnt hair.
"What happened…?"
Adam exhales a short burst of a laugh, "House fire?"
The omega's face flashes with surprise. Then suspicion.
"I'm a firefighter ," Adam tells him, holding up his hands defensively.
"... Oh."
There are so many things the alpha could say now as the silence thickens between them and fills the empty space. He could demand a paternity test, of course, or he could volunteer to get checked for sperm. Moreover, he could do both. But omega werewolves aren't like humans—they only conceive during a heat. And while heats usually last their full duration despite impregnation, they don't always. An omega's hormones are
What baffles Adam the most, however, is that he's pretty sure the omega is accusing Adam of knocking him up. His luminous eyes are as hard as diamonds, pinning Adam with a ferociously accusatory stare.
Whether or not the omega knows it—probably not, since they're total strangers—it's not possible for Adam to be the father. If his junk functioned like it's supposed to, then he'd already be happily settled with a mate and a gaggle of adorable, energetic children but… he can't get an omega pregnant. Ever. And as much as that hurts him, it pretty much knocks this omega's insane theory out of the park.
Plus, sex is heavily involved in creating a baby, and Adam would remember having sex with someone as cute and… nuts as this omega.
"Uh… look, I don't know who you are or why you're here, but that's not my baby." He knows the omega is about to protest, he spies the smaller male sucking in an angry huff of air. "No, seriously, I mean it. I'm infertile, I can't— I'm just not the father, okay?"
"You are the father!" The omega insists, apparently unwilling to be dissuaded by things such as logic and reason. "This is the address they gave me! I recognize your scent! I wouldn't mistake something as serious as this!"
Adam worries, distantly, that the little guy might be yelling loud enough that his neighbor doesn't even have to try to eavesdrop. And he's about to correct the omega again that, no, he can't be the father because that's fundamentally impossible, but before he can say anything the other werewolf continues:
"We only slept together once and then my heat ended. It ended because I conceived ."
The alpha stares at him, head cocked, because now he's starting to worry that maybe he has slept with this guy and he just doesn't remember it. "The OHC?"
" Yes! " Comes the emphatic answer.
Adam wracks his brain for a 'slept together once' scenario and it doesn't take him very long at all because he does the math in his head. Freshly pregnant means a few weeks ago at least, he's not showing and his scent doesn't smell that strongly of it yet so that supports that theory.
Which means…
"Oh, you ." Adam exclaims, snapping his fingers as he recalls it. "Yeah, yeah. I remember you! You were awesome ."
The omega gapes at him, face staining red, and his scent lightens with the flattery albeit only for a moment before he reins himself in and his expression returns to petulant sourness. " Now do you believe me?" He asks, impatient.
Adam shakes his head in disbelief, but a sliver of doubt starts to wind through his understanding of the situation like a crack in a concrete column. "I can't, though. I'm infertile—,"
" Not infertile enough ," the omega snaps.
Softening, Adam drags a hand through his hair and his guest's gaze follows the motion, frowning as he spots the blackened crisp of burnt hair.
"What happened…?"
Adam exhales a short burst of a laugh, "House fire?"
The omega's face flashes with surprise. Then suspicion.
"I'm a firefighter ," Adam tells him, holding up his hands defensively.
"... Oh."
There are so many things the alpha could say now as the silence thickens between them and fills the empty space. He could demand a paternity test, of course, or he could volunteer to get checked for sperm. Moreover, he could do both. But omega werewolves aren't like humans—they only conceive during a heat. And while heats usually last their full duration despite impregnation, they don't always. An omega's hormones are
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