Under Siege: A Contemporary Mpreg Romance Bundle (Omega's Under Siege)

by Aiden Bates

  Under Siege

  A Contemporary Mpreg Romance Bundle

  Aiden Bates

  Under Siege

  A Contemporary Mpreg Romance Bundle

  Aiden Bates

  © 2020

  Disclaimer

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are all fictitious for the reader’s pleasure. Any similarities to real people, places, events, living or dead are all coincidental.

  This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for ADULTS ONLY (+18).

  Contents

  Book 1

  Omega’s Secret Crush

  1. Roman

  2. Teddy

  3. Roman

  4. Teddy

  5. Roman

  6. Teddy

  7. Roman

  8. Teddy

  9. Roman

  10. Teddy

  11. Roman

  12. Teddy

  13. Roman

  14. Teddy

  15. Roman

  16. Teddy

  17. Roman

  18. Teddy

  19. Roman

  20. Teddy

  21. Roman

  22. Teddy

  23. Roman

  24. Teddy

  25. Roman

  26. Teddy

  27. Roman

  28. Teddy

  Epilogue

  Book 2

  Omega’s Secret Alpha

  1. Logan

  2. Bennet

  3. Logan

  4. Bennet

  5. Logan

  6. Bennet

  7. Logan

  8. Bennet

  9. Logan

  10. Bennet

  11. Logan

  12. Bennet

  13. Logan

  14. Bennet

  15. Logan

  16. Bennet

  17. Logan

  18. Bennet

  19. Logan

  20. Bennet

  21. Logan

  22. Bennet

  23. Logan

  24. Bennet

  25. Logan

  26. Bennet

  27. Logan

  28. Bennet

  Epilogue

  Book 3

  Omega’s Secret Lovers

  1. Marcos

  2. Mitch

  3. Oliver

  4. Marcos

  5. Mitch

  6. Oliver

  7. Marcos

  8. Mitch

  9. Oliver

  10. Marcos

  11. Mitch

  12. Oliver

  13. Marcos

  14. Mitch

  15. Oliver

  16. Marcos

  17. Mitch

  18. Oliver

  19. Marcos

  20. Mitch

  21. Oliver

  22. Marcos

  23. Mitch

  24. Oliver

  25. Marcos

  26. Mitch

  27. Oliver

  28. Marcos

  29. Mitch

  30. Marcos

  31. Oliver

  Book 4

  Omega’s Secret Heartache

  1. Charlie

  2. Pedro

  3. Charlie

  4. Pedro

  5. Charlie

  6. Pedro

  7. Charlie

  8. Pedro

  9. Charlie

  10. Pedro

  11. Charlie

  12. Pedro

  13. Charlie

  14. Pedro

  15. Charlie

  16. Pedro

  17. Charlie

  18. Pedro

  19. Charlie

  20. Pedro

  21. Charlie

  22. Pedro

  23. Charlie

  24. Pedro

  25. Charlie

  26. Pedro

  27. Charlie

  28. Pedro

  29. Charlie

  30. Pedro

  31. Charlie

  Book 1

  Heated Manipulations

  1. Harper

  2. Nick

  3. Harper

  4. Nick

  5. Harper

  6. Nick

  7. Harper

  8. Nick

  9. Harper

  10. Nick

  11. Harper

  12. Nick

  13. Harper

  14. Nick

  15. Harper

  16. Nick

  17. Harper

  18. Nick

  19. Harper

  20. Nick

  21. Harper

  22. Nick

  23. Harper

  24. Nick

  25. Harper

  26. Harper

  27. Nick

  28. Harper

  29. Nick

  30. Harper

  31. Nick

  Book 2

  Heated Conspiracies

  1. Derek

  2. Kaleb

  3. Derek

  4. Kaleb

  5. Derek

  6. Kaleb

  7. Derek

  8. Kaleb

  9. Derek

  10. Kaleb

  11. Derek

  12. Kaleb

  13. Derek

  14. Kaleb

  15. Kaleb

  16. Derek

  17. Derek

  18. Kaleb

  19. Derek

  20. Kaleb

  21. Derek

  22. Kaleb

  23. Derek

  24. Kaleb

  25. Derek

  26. Kaleb

  27. Derek

  28. Kaleb

  29. Derek

  30. Kaleb

  31. Derek

  Book 3

  Heated Passion

  1. Rusty

  2. Daniel

  3. Rusty

  4. Daniel

  5. Rusty

  6. Daniel

  7. Rusty

  8. Daniel

  9. Rusty

  10. Daniel

  11. Rusty

  12. Daniel

  13. Rusty

  14. Daniel

  15. Rusty

  16. Daniel

  17. Rusty

  18. Daniel

  19. Rusty

  20. Daniel

  21. Rusty

  22. Daniel

  23. Rusty

  24. Daniel

  25. Rusty

  26. Daniel

  27. Rusty

  28. Daniel

  29. Rusty

  30. Daniel

  Book 1

  Omega’s Secret Crush

  Omega’s Under Siege: Book 1

  Aiden Bates

  © 2019

  Disclaimer

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are all fictitious for the reader’s pleasure. Any similarities to real people, places, events, living or dead are all coincidental.

/>   This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for ADULTS ONLY (+18).

  1

  Roman

  Four minutes past six. Dr. Smith was late.

  I sat in a chair in the waiting room. The hard plastic dug uncomfortably into my back, and I only just reminded myself not to start fidgeting. I’d always hated doctor visits, and, god, in the last year I’d had more than my fair share.

  I looked around the VA waiting room and suppressed a sigh. The Army ran on time. The Veterans Administration? Not so much. It didn’t help me to dwell on it, and besides, I was very much aware of how lucky I was to be here to grumble about a doctor’s visit in the first place.

  “Mr. Carpenter?” the perky receptionist asked sweetly. She gave me a honeyed smile when I looked up. “Dr. Smith will see you now.”

  “Thank you,” I said, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice. This wasn’t any regular check up with Dr. Smith.

  “Oh, it’s my pleasure.” I could tell from the way she flipped her long, cornsilk colored ponytail that she was interested. It had always been that way for me, and I can’t really say I’d ever minded. Well, before, anyway.

  She led me from the waiting room, past most of the examination rooms, and into the one at the farthest corner of the hall. Dr. Smith was not yet in the room.

  “He’s just wrapping up. Can I get you anything while you wait?” she asked as she handed me the gown I needed to change into, her mouth still caught in a half-smile. She was pretty enough, young, available. For a second, I tried to imagine pulling out my old charm and getting my way, but couldn’t. Instead, all I could think about was how she would react if she saw what Dr. Smith saw, what the surgeons and therapists and nurses had all seen since my injury. I doubted she’d have been as enthusiastic then.

  “Thank you, ma’am. I appreciate it, but I’m alright here.” I hoped she wouldn’t push it any further, and I guess she finally understood. Her face slipped back into its semi-detached, customer service position.

  “Of course. I’ll let Dr. Smith know you’re ready for him in a few minutes. Let you get changed and all.”

  The gowns were scratchy, and I honestly thought they were made to make people feel uncomfortable and exposed, which I did while I waited with my feet dangling over the end of the examination table.

  A few minutes later, Dr. Smith arrived.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting, Roman. You wouldn’t believe the paperwork I have to fill out after every appointment,” he said by way of apology.

  “No, it’s alright, Doc. Just happy you could fit me in as soon as you did,” I said, reaching to shake hands with the man. He’d called last week after my surgeons and physical therapists had sent him my full report and history on my injuries. I stared at the thick file in front of him, the physical symbol of all that pain, hard work, and frustration. From waking up in a field hospital in Malmur and feeling like my skin had been ripped off my bones, to months of my physical therapist, Damien, pushing and pulling and stretching the shiny, scarred skin as it healed—which sometimes made me feel as though the red seams of new flesh would rip open completely.

  “Let me give you a once-over and we’ll talk about everything.”

  The next fifteen minutes were him inspecting the large, continuous swath of skin that ran from the back of my left heel and wrapped and followed all the way up my leg and torso like some sort of slithering mass—a deep, pitted, scarred snake running all the way up my body and leading into my left armpit.

  “The cream seems to be helping with the flexibility of the scar tissue. How has physio been going?”

  “Good. Well…better than before.”

  Dr. Smith nodded as he allowed me to sit back up. “It’s always a process. Don’t beat yourself up that it’s taking some time. It’s—”

  “Gradual. Yeah, that’s what Damien says, too.”

  Dr. Smith chuckled. “Exactly.”

  He took a seat at the small stool and grabbed my file. “I’m not gonna waste your time, Roman. You know the scarring is still pretty bad. It’s deeper than I’d like, but if you keep making these sorts of improvements, then, if you wanted to, you could potentially re-enlist based on what Damien is saying now.”

  I felt a leap in my chest. This was the news I’d wanted to hear. It wasn’t completely positive, but it was certainly moving in that direction, and it seemed hopeful. Dr. Smith’s expression, however, didn’t seem to change from its neutral position. I’d seen enough doctors to know that meant there might be more.

  “Is that… Is that all?”

  Dr. Smith sighed. “No. There was one other thing.” He flipped to another part of my chart before continuing. “I spoke to Dr. Harrison and he also had some news to report.”

  I could feel my nerves returning. Dr. Harrison was the urologist who Dr. Smith had sent me to. On top of the burns and scarring, one of my testicles had to be removed, too damaged to save. At first, I couldn’t really concentrate on what that meant. Everything else was still going on at the time, and I’d been actively trying not to die from the burns. Later, it had sunk in, and I’d felt the loss as something that made me less than whole, less than the alpha I’d been before.

  “Oh?” Dr. Harrison hadn’t said anything in particular during the visit. Then again, inspecting another alpha’s junk wasn’t exactly time for small talk.

  Dr. Smith nodded again. “Yes. Based on the test and scan results, it looks like your right testicle also experienced damage from your injuries.”

  My blood ran cold. “Does that mean surgery?” No, please, not that.

  Dr. Smith shook his head. “No! No. Nothing like that.”

  I relaxed marginally. “Okay, so what does it mean?”

  “It means that, well, and I’m sorry, Roman there’s no easy way to say this, it means your sperm count has been affected. Between that and the orchiectomy, the testicle removal, you may not be able to have children.”

  There it was. Out there. Just like that. I’d gone into the military young, so certainly hadn’t expected to have any children before I’d enlisted, but I’d always anticipated, always hoped they would someday be a part of my future.

  I was quiet, trying to absorb the information. “I know it’s a mixed bag of news, Roman, I do. But I hope at least now you can start taking some real steps forward to getting back to something that will feel more normal for you.”

  I don’t know what I said after that moment, and the rest of the appointment passed in a fog. Before long, I was back outside the hospital again in the weak, spring sunshine.

  I started to make my way back toward my apartment in King’s Place, but instead found my feet taking me in the direction of my brother Silas’s house. Silas and I had always been there for each other. When Dad died, it had become a necessity. I was protective of him. He was my little brother, and an omega to boot. He’d married one of the guys in my unit, Garret, a few months ago, and he and Garret had settled in a cute little house on the edge of town.