Omega's Unexpected: MM Werewolf MPREG Romance (Lucky Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Fox Hawkins, Britannia Bloom
a fickle and unpredictable thing.
Adam remembers their encounter, too. He remembers entering the room to the sight of a carefully built nest, remembers the way his senses were blown by the scent of a heat too unimaginably wonderful to be believed, remembers the way his partner propped himself up to show off the glossy cherry of his ass, thighs coated liberally with slick…
And now this omega is here and the body is right even if the scent is different, toned down from its heightened state and rosy like fragrant, dewy fruit. He smells pregnant, that much Adam can tell.
And Adam remembers leaving him, back then. He remembers waking to the stale scent of a passing heat, waiting for some time to see if the omega would wake up, and then leaving. In retrospect, he should have known who he was right away from having watched him sleep, but…
His eyes are dazzling bright gems. The omega looks like a whole different person facing Adam like this, his eyes open.
"Do you… want to sit down? So we can talk about all of this?" Adam suggests, because that's really all he can come up with at the moment.
There's like a ninety percent chance here that he's a dad, or going to be one, and if this omega's not pulling his leg—if this isn't a trick—then that means he's definitely not as infertile as he thought. Which, quite frankly, changes a fuck load of things.
For a moment, Adam thinks the omega is going to refuse him, he can see the way the smaller male pushes out his chest, reminding Adam of a bird puffing up its feathers to appear larger, but, after a brief pause of crackly tension, he concedes and sits on the sofa. In Adam's spot. Well, the alpha sure as hell isn't going to mention that—this omega is wound tight enough already.
Though it might not be entirely his fault. He is accidentally pregnant with Adam's child. And after intentionally seeking out an alpha that wouldn't have the ability to do that, anyone would be pretty annoyed.
Even if this guy already seems like more of a handful than most.
Adam sits beside the omega. The mother of his child. He allows that to sit in his mind, mulling it over until the words don't make any sense, and he feels strangely disconnected from this but, at the same time, he's panicking, even if internally—he doesn't want to freak out in front of the omega, he's supposed to be an alpha after all—but if this is true then…
What? He's going to be a parent. He'll have a son or a daughter with a complete stranger.
This is not how he'd envisioned his week. This isn't how he envisioned his life.
Adam can't take care of a cat, nevermind a miniature werewolf, and the pinch of pain that accompanies the news reminds Adam that this seems almost unfair. It had taken him a long, grueling amount of time to lick his wounds and adjust to his life as an infertile alpha, after having always wanted kids, and now that he's finally settled into his childless existence, this happens.
The omega speaks up and, while he's not friendly, he doesn't seem quite as hostile and venomous now.
"I get the impression you genuinely thought you were… infertile," the omega comments, not looking at Adam.
"Of course, yeah, you really think I'd purposefully try to—" The striking color of the omega's eyes flash towards him, intense with the message they're trying to convey. "Oh, you did."
He had thought Adam had done this to him for the hell of it, which explains the omega's startling wrath, but Adam doesn't have the capacity to be cruel—though he knows other alphas don't share that same trait. He'd applied for the OHC to help omegas in need, and, sure, it's by no means difficult for him to fulfill his task of satisfying desperate, heat-soaked omegas, but his motives were to offer his services to those that needed them.
"I said I'm a firefighter, right?" The omega nods. "See, a few years ago, there was this really bad fire in someone's home.
Adam remembers their encounter, too. He remembers entering the room to the sight of a carefully built nest, remembers the way his senses were blown by the scent of a heat too unimaginably wonderful to be believed, remembers the way his partner propped himself up to show off the glossy cherry of his ass, thighs coated liberally with slick…
And now this omega is here and the body is right even if the scent is different, toned down from its heightened state and rosy like fragrant, dewy fruit. He smells pregnant, that much Adam can tell.
And Adam remembers leaving him, back then. He remembers waking to the stale scent of a passing heat, waiting for some time to see if the omega would wake up, and then leaving. In retrospect, he should have known who he was right away from having watched him sleep, but…
His eyes are dazzling bright gems. The omega looks like a whole different person facing Adam like this, his eyes open.
"Do you… want to sit down? So we can talk about all of this?" Adam suggests, because that's really all he can come up with at the moment.
There's like a ninety percent chance here that he's a dad, or going to be one, and if this omega's not pulling his leg—if this isn't a trick—then that means he's definitely not as infertile as he thought. Which, quite frankly, changes a fuck load of things.
For a moment, Adam thinks the omega is going to refuse him, he can see the way the smaller male pushes out his chest, reminding Adam of a bird puffing up its feathers to appear larger, but, after a brief pause of crackly tension, he concedes and sits on the sofa. In Adam's spot. Well, the alpha sure as hell isn't going to mention that—this omega is wound tight enough already.
Though it might not be entirely his fault. He is accidentally pregnant with Adam's child. And after intentionally seeking out an alpha that wouldn't have the ability to do that, anyone would be pretty annoyed.
Even if this guy already seems like more of a handful than most.
Adam sits beside the omega. The mother of his child. He allows that to sit in his mind, mulling it over until the words don't make any sense, and he feels strangely disconnected from this but, at the same time, he's panicking, even if internally—he doesn't want to freak out in front of the omega, he's supposed to be an alpha after all—but if this is true then…
What? He's going to be a parent. He'll have a son or a daughter with a complete stranger.
This is not how he'd envisioned his week. This isn't how he envisioned his life.
Adam can't take care of a cat, nevermind a miniature werewolf, and the pinch of pain that accompanies the news reminds Adam that this seems almost unfair. It had taken him a long, grueling amount of time to lick his wounds and adjust to his life as an infertile alpha, after having always wanted kids, and now that he's finally settled into his childless existence, this happens.
The omega speaks up and, while he's not friendly, he doesn't seem quite as hostile and venomous now.
"I get the impression you genuinely thought you were… infertile," the omega comments, not looking at Adam.
"Of course, yeah, you really think I'd purposefully try to—" The striking color of the omega's eyes flash towards him, intense with the message they're trying to convey. "Oh, you did."
He had thought Adam had done this to him for the hell of it, which explains the omega's startling wrath, but Adam doesn't have the capacity to be cruel—though he knows other alphas don't share that same trait. He'd applied for the OHC to help omegas in need, and, sure, it's by no means difficult for him to fulfill his task of satisfying desperate, heat-soaked omegas, but his motives were to offer his services to those that needed them.
"I said I'm a firefighter, right?" The omega nods. "See, a few years ago, there was this really bad fire in someone's home.
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