“Shit. I haven’t heard anything about Bernard being mixed up with omegas being forced into pregnancies. He doesn’t usually deal in the sex rings. Most of his organization is centered on the fight rings. I’ll keep digging. One of Bernard’s men has been after me to fight. So far, I’ve turned him down. I didn’t want to seem too eager. Sounds like I need to go ahead and say yes.”
“Be careful, Aggie. I don’t want to wind up finding your body in a canal as gator bait.” I looked at the man I’d gotten to know well over the last two years. I was his lifeline, and I took that job seriously. “Don’t make me call those fuckers at the bureau and tell them I lost their best undercover op.”
“Nah, ain’t nothing going to happen to me, Trygg. I’m tough as shit. I’ve had to be. I’ll find the missing omega and I’ll shut Bernard and his organization down. Promise.” Aggie turned to go. “Time to go pick up food donations and pass them out to the homeless out in the woods.”
With that, Aggie walked inside. I leaned against the building, watching the surrounding area. The air was still, the only sounds the birds in the trees and the occasional wind rustling the palm trees. Positive no one had seen my conversation with Aggie, I walked around to the front of the building. I thought about going in to get a cup of coffee but turned away and walked to my car instead. The less time I spent in the area while Aggie was around the better.
Aggie was good at what he did. One of the best. He’d find Mitch or die trying. Hopefully, the omega would still be alive when he got there.
17
Trygg
Taking the long route back to Rebel’s place meant an extra fifteen minutes of driving around, making sure I hadn’t picked up a tail. The last thing I needed was to complicate Rebel’s life more than it already was. I hadn’t had to worry how my job would affect my mate these past five years, but now that it looked like we might actually make things work, things would have to change. My job would always be dangerous, but there were things I could do to minimize that danger. No more volunteering for dangerous assignments.
When the opportunity to be Aggie’s local contact had come up, I admit I got an adrenaline rush from the thought of being that close to an undercover op. I’d been on a few undercover assignments over the years during my career. They were stressful, and the longer an agent was undercover, the more difficult it became to remember who you were. Having the opportunity to be Aggie’s main contact was an important job I wouldn’t want to turn over to another deputy. So for the moment, I was Aggie’s lifeline. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Having a mate meant not volunteering for jobs like that in the future because they didn’t come without risk.
As soon as I pulled up to the house, I saw Phil sitting on the front steps. I got out of the car and walked up, surprised to see him holding a bloody rag to his nose. Both eyes were bruised, a good indication his nose had been broken. When he pulled the rag away, I noticed the split lip and the blood at the corner of his mouth. His knuckles were shredded, which meant he gave as good as he got.
“What happened?”
“We were at the greenhouses trying to figure out what’s wrong with the damn sprinkler systems. Rebel went into heat, good and strong. It just slammed into him out of the blue.”
“What? Is he okay? Where is he?”
“Upstairs. I had to fight off three other alphas just to get him home. I never expected to have to do that. Todd’s with him upstairs. He’s fine. I didn’t let anything happen to him. My mate has Rebel in the tub with some special bath bomb that’s supposed to ease some of the heat symptoms. I don’t think it’s going very well from the moans I heard coming from up there. I had to get out of the house.” Phil looked at me, his eyes bruised and his voice ragged. “Rebel’s been my best friend since grade school and not once did I ever look at him like an omega I wanted to mount. The pheromones coming off of him today made it really hard to remember I have a mate I love.”
A part of me wanted to get angry at Phil for even thinking for one moment about mounting my mate. A larger part of me was grateful Phil had been able to help Rebel get away from the other alphas who didn’t have the long-standing friendship which had made it possible for Phil to keep Rebel safe. I’d be forever thankful Rebel had friends like Phil at his back.
“Thanks, Phil. I’ll go up and send Todd down. Can you take care of things at the nursery for the next few days?”
“You bet, Trygg. Take as long as you need. Looks like I’ll be firing a few alphas. I think it’s time we made an executive decision to only hire omegas from now on. We might not be as lucky next time.”
Nodding my head, I patted Phil on the shoulder as I walked up the steps. Today could have gone so much worse. It looked like I’d be going with Rebel to his next doctor’s appointment to see if there was anything we could do to minimize the risks to Rebel in the future.
As soon as Todd saw me enter the bathroom, he whispered something to Rebel who could barely open his eyes to look at me. Rebel said something back I couldn’t hear. Todd hugged Rebel briefly before walking past me to leave the room.
Rebel was up to his neck in foamy water, muting the pheromones coming off him somewhat. As I knelt by the tub, he looked at me and the pain in his face broke my heart. He reached out and grabbed my arm, his fingers clenching painfully into the muscle.
“It hurts so much. Please, Trygg, help me.”
I pulled Rebel out of the tub and dried him off, then carried him to the bed. I couldn’t help but notice how hard he was. His erection bumped against his stomach and he was oozing copious amounts of precum from his slit. Even the short walk from the bathroom to the bed left a trail of slick dripping from his ass.
As soon as I settled Rebel on the bed, I wrapped my mouth around his cock and swallowed him down to the root, tasting the very essence of him. It only took two bobs of my head before my mate exploded in my mouth. His cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed it down. Despite having come, his shaft was still hard and his slick left a puddle in the bed.
“Trygg, now! Please! I need you!” Rebel turned to kneel on the bed, throwing his ass in the air. “Slam it in there. Now!”
Taking his word for it he didn’t need any prep, I removed my clothes as quickly as possible. Kneeling on the bed behind Rebel, I spread my legs on either side of Rebel’s, my cock lined up with his dripping hole. As soon as my head butted against my omega’s hole, he slammed back, taking half of my cock in the move. He moaned, and I was afraid he had hurt himself, but he eased forward and tried to ram back again. Gripping his hips, I slowed his motion and took over.
“It’s okay, Rebel. I’ve got you.”
Setting a steady pace, I shifted until I found Rebel’s hot button inside. He screamed, letting me know I’d found it. I zeroed in on it and set a furious pace. I needed him to come again before I knotted him so he had some relief from the heat-induced hard-on he still sported. Once I had my angle nailed down, I reached for my omega’s cock, wrapping my hand around it. It didn’t take long before cum was coating my hand. My knot popped as soon as I felt the warm liquid, making moving inside Rebel almost impossible. My hips gave one last lurch forward as I locked into Rebel’s tight ass that was squeezing me as he came. My spine tingled, my balls tightened, and I exploded inside my omega, painting his insides with my cum.
Gathering Rebel close, I rolled us on the bed, careful not to tug while we were still connected so intimately. I didn’t know how long this brief reprieve would last before heat took Rebel again. I had a sense this one wouldn’t be as short as the one just two weeks ago.
As soon as my knot relaxed, I felt Rebel’s body ready itself for round two. Preparing myself, I vowed to see my omega through this, no matter how long it took. Praying to the fates, I hoped my seed would take this time so Rebel wouldn’t have to worry about his strange heats for the nine months a pregnancy would take. I had to admit the idea of a pregnant Rebel filled me with happiness, a smile on my face even as my cock hardened again and I pumped into Rebe
l, whose heat was slamming into him just as hard as it had earlier.
18
Rebel
Six days. My damn heat lasted six days this time. Long heats usually meant no pregnancy. Which meant I probably wasn’t pregnant. The fact I had been puking my brains out every morning for the past two days only weeks later didn’t mean I was pregnant. I was probably just coming down with something. Only, I felt fine after throwing up. No fever and I was usually hungry not long after. Afraid to hope, and yet still hopeful, I urinated on the little stick. It was the longest three minutes of my life as I waited to for the results.
Christmas was tomorrow, and being pregnant would be the best present I could ever get. It’s strange that, only a couple of months ago, being a father was the last thing I wanted. Now, I prayed to the fates the test results were positive.
Trygg had gone back to work, and I was still trying to acclimate to his schedule as we figured out how to move forward in our relationship. He still hadn’t moved back into his place, even though the landlord had completed the renovations needed to comply with the mandatory rental property inspections. If I had an opinion, it would be to not have Trygg leave. Ever.
However, I hadn’t been asked and my alpha hadn’t made a move to leave. I hoped that meant he was ready to move in permanently. Fear had me putting off having a discussion about our living arrangements. For now, my alpha was in my home and it looked like he was staying. That was enough for now.
Having my alpha in my space, in my room, ever since my heat had gone a long way toward convincing me we were in this for the long haul. Trygg had moved all his things into my bedroom after my heat. He hadn’t asked for permission and I hadn’t got mad or told him to leave. A small part, okay, a very big part of me, was happy to cuddle in his arms every night. I could handle anything as long as I had his big arms to wrap around me and hold me close.
Three minutes was a lot longer when you were timing it than when you weren’t. At least it seemed that way. Logically, I knew the time was the same, but watching the timer on my phone as it ticked down the numbers so I wasn’t tempted to stare at my pregnancy test had me convinced time really did go slower when watched.
Even as the alarm sounded, I was looking at the test window. At first, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had to blink several times before the word pregnant finally registered. I was pregnant. Yelling out Trygg’s name, even though I knew he wasn’t in the house, was my first response. Telling my alpha we were pregnant outweighed any other thought in my head.
I had my finger on the messenger app to bring up Trygg’s name when the phone went off in my hand, ringing an incoming call from a number registered to PBSO. My finger shook as I accepted the call. A call from the Palm Beach County Sheriff’s office couldn’t be a good thing when your alpha was one of theirs.
“Hel… Hello?”
“Is this Rebel Summers?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Son, this is Captain Bishop, Trygg’s supervisor. He was injured this morning, and you are listed as his emergency contact. He was taken to Delray Medical Center over in Delray. It’s the closest trauma center. Do you know where that is?”
“Yes, I know it. How bad…” I cleared my throat that was suddenly clogged up as a tear ran down my face. “How bad is it?”
“I don’t have many details. I have officers on the scene trying to work that out. I do know Trygg was shot, but it doesn’t appear to be life threatening. Other than that, I don’t have any other info for you.”
“Thank you for calling me. I’m leaving for the hospital right now.”
Throwing the test onto the counter, I ran to my truck. I barely stopped long enough to put shoes on before I was racing down the road toward US 441, heading toward Delray. I should have probably stopped long enough to phone Phil and Todd but figured I could do that once I reached the hospital and knew how badly Trygg had been injured.
Shot! I couldn’t grasp my head around the fact my alpha was shot. As a law enforcement officer, I knew there was always the possibility of Trygg getting injured. Nothing ever happened in Sugar Beach, though, and I couldn’t quite wrap my head around a situation serious enough for guns to be drawn in our little town.
It didn’t take long to find visitor parking near the emergency room once I arrived at the hospital. I rushed in, not sure who to ask, when I saw a bunch of deputy sheriffs standing around. I rushed them, babbling, not even sure I was making sense.
“Is he okay? Where is Trygg? Captain Bishop said my alpha was here. Where is he?”
One of the officers stepped forward, his hands out as if to calm me. “You must be Rebel. I’m Deputy Sheriff Rich Haskell. Trygg was taken to surgery to remove the bullet and repair his leg.” He rushed his next sentence when I gasped. “Trygg’s fine, Rebel. The doc said he thought Trygg would only need to stay in the hospital for a few days. He’ll need physical therapy for the leg before they discharge him.”
A breath I didn’t even know I was holding blew out of me as my whole body relaxed. A broken leg didn’t seem too bad.
“Hey, there’s the doctor.” Deputy Sheriff Haskell nodded to someone behind me. I turned to see an older man in scrubs head for toward us.
“Is there a Rebel Summers here?” he asked, causing me to step forward.
“I’m Rebel Summers. Is Trygg okay?”
“Trygg will be okay. He came through surgery just fine. We’re moving him to a bed now. A hospital volunteer will be able to take you to him in about fifteen minutes. He’ll be in the hospital for about a week. We’ll get PT started tomorrow. He should be walking with some assistance by the time he leaves. He’ll need help once he goes home.” The doctor looked at me as if sizing up my small size, prompting me to stand up straighter.
“I’m stronger than I look, Doc. I can help Trygg once he gets home.” I promised, sure I was strong enough to look after my alpha.
The doctor nodded. “Okay. He’ll be on some pretty heavy-duty painkillers for the next few days. He might put up a fuss about that, but he’ll need it once the physical therapist is done with him each day. The first few days are always the most difficult.” With that, the doctor said goodbye and walked away.
I texted Phil to let him know what was happening and that I wouldn’t be back to the nursery today. A little while later, a volunteer came to show me to Trygg’s room. It wasn’t until I walked away that I still didn’t know what happened or how Trygg got shot. Figuring I’d find out eventually, I pushed off the thought. The need to see my alpha was more important in that moment.
When I stepped into the room, I was relieved to see my alpha sleeping on the bed. Even to my eyes, my big dark hunk of a guy looked a little pale. As I drew a chair closer to the bed so I could sit and hold Trygg’s hand, a nurse I hadn’t noticed patted me on the shoulder.
“He’ll sleep for a little bit. They kept him in step down long enough to ensure he didn’t have any issues with the anesthesia. He was awake for a short bit. It might take a few hours before he completely wakes again.”
“Thank you.” Not even looking at the nurse, I held my alpha’s hand. It was going to be a long day.
19
Trygg
Pain was a powerful antidote to the fog clouding my brain. I gasped as it surged through me from my leg, up my spine, and to my head in one swift kick that left me disoriented for a moment. Cautiously, I opened my eyes, thankful the room was dark. It took a moment before I could focus on the room and the figure with his head resting on the bed, my hand firmly in his grasp, as if he was afraid to let go. The smile to my lips was quick as I took in my sleeping omega.
Slowly, the events earlier in the day came back to me? Had it been today or yesterday? I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out. I vaguely remembered someone saying the bullet I took had broken my femur. The specifics were fuzzy. From the throbbing pain in my thigh, I’d say my memory was spot-on.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped when I shifted, trying to find a more comfortable posi
tion. Rebel’s head jerked up and I could tell he was disoriented for a moment before he realized where he was.
“Trygg! Are you okay? Do you need more pain meds? I can call the nurse. They wanted to know as soon as you woke up.”
“In a moment. I just want a kiss from my omega first. Are you okay? You don’t look like you’ve gotten much sleep.” I tried to find a clock but didn’t see any. “How long have I been out?”
“Uh, you had surgery this morning. You’ve been in and out since they put you in here.” Rebel reached for his phone and I could see the worry on his face as the glow from it lit his face. “It’s two in the morning. I thought you’d be awake hours ago. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine. A little sore.” Rebel gave me a look. “Okay, maybe a lot sore. I’ll be fine though. More pain meds might be a good idea.”
Rebel reached forward and pushed a call button I hadn’t seen on my bed before. Soon, a nurse walked into the room all smiles and way too chipper for someone working the night shift. I almost told her no when she asked if I needed pain meds so I could talk to Rebel longer. Rebel vetoed that idea, and soon I was drifting off again, closing my eyes. My hand squeezed Rebel’s and the last thought I had was how happy he was with me.
When I opened my eyes again, light was streaming through the window. Rebel stood near it, facing away from me and stretching. He leaned forward to touch his toes, giving me a great view of his ass as the fabric of his yoga pants tightened around his firm globes. I liked these better than the harem pants he usually wore. The tie-dyed print painted a bull’s eye around the area I had become very intimate with the last few weeks. My cock swelled, causing me to realize for the first time I had a catheter sticking out of it. I shifted in the bed and gasped at the pain the movement caused and froze. Fear gripped me. Moving my leg very little was unbearable. Even though I didn’t want to need it, I was grateful when the nurse walked into the room and started shooting something into the IV bag connected to my hand.
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