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Her Two Alphas

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by T. S. Ryder


  Vanessa bustled over to him, carrying a bottle of rubbing alcohol and fresh gauze. "Stay still, Max, unless you want us to tie you down. This is going to hurt and I don't want to cause more damage."

  "I can stay still." Max's gaze didn't leave Scarlett. "You asked me why I need all the money I have. Well, situations like this are on the top of my list. I need the resources to be able to cover up… what I am."

  The hesitant look in his eyes had Scarlett straightening. She realized she had been huddled into herself, and took a deep breath to calm herself before swinging around a chair to sit next to him. Vanessa was peeling back the soiled bandages, but Scarlett refused to look at that. Blood made her queasy. How Vanessa could be so calm about it, she didn't know.

  "What exactly are you?" Scarlett asked, her voice no-nonsense and far more confident than she had thought it would be.

  Max smiled wanly. "You know how there is a trend in paranormal romances to have the love interest be able to transform into an animal of one kind or another? Werewolves, werebears, etc.?"

  "I don't really read romances. I prefer biographies and the classics, like Shakespeare."

  "Of course you do." Max barked out a laugh that sounded more like a cry of pain. Sweat beaded his forehead. "Well, I'm a weregorilla. It's all completely voluntary, so you don't have to worry about me turning into a bloodthirsty monster."

  "Gorillas aren't monsters," Scarlett said automatically. "They're gentle and shy."

  "I'm not a gorilla, though," Max replied, his voice and gaze both soft. "And I'm not human. I'm… I'm not sure what I am. My mother was a shifter like me, but my father wasn't. He never wanted to hear anything about where she came from, and so I never… she promised that she'd tell me when I turned eighteen, but…"

  "But she died."

  "Yes. And I don't know her side of the family that well, so answers are hard to come by."

  "And I am going to turn into one now, too?"

  He shook his head. "It's genetic, not a virus."

  Scarlett hesitated, then took his hand. He was the same man as before, wasn't he? "Shouldn't we get you to a hospital?"

  "He'll be fine, dear. I was a doctor in my younger days, and my hands are still steady enough to remove a bullet." Vanessa held up something. There was blood all over her latex gloves and Scarlett closed her eyes. She felt the color drain from her face.

  "I'll be fine," Max assured her, squeezing her hand. "I'm not human. I heal at an incredibly accelerated pace."

  "You were shot."

  "Not the first time," Max grunted, as Vanessa poured rubbing alcohol directly into his wound.

  Scarlett thought she was going to faint again, and it took all of her strength not to vomit. She kept telling herself over and over that a gentlewoman did not release bodily fluids in the presence of others. She didn't care if she didn't feel much like a gentlewoman at the moment. It was all that was keeping her stomach contents in place.

  "You've been shot before?" she blurted.

  "I told you was in the marines for a while." Max panted, sweat coating his pale face. "Once I got separated from the rest of my squad. Took a bullet to the back. It was healed before I made it back to the others. Had to come up with one hell of an excuse as to why I had a bullet hole and was soaked in blood but didn't have a scratch on me. The bullet was later removed from where it was lodged in my heart. Right in it. I should have died, but weregorillas are damned hard to kill."

  "Please don't curse," Scarlett said automatically. Her mind was racing at this new information. This all ought to be impossible, yet treating it as reasonable fact was the only way she could think of to process it. "So this wound will be healed in a few hours?"

  "Less, since Vanessa removed the bullet and stitched me up."

  "I see."

  Vanessa slapped some gauze onto Max's abdomen and began cleaning up the mess. Max lay still, panting with pain, though the pallor on his cheeks was already retreating. Her hand was still in his, and Scarlett stood, using her free hand to stroke his hair back from his face.

  "So is this why you needed a fake fiancée?"

  Max's massive shoulders tensed. His eyes flickered open. "Is what?"

  She hesitated, then gestured vaguely around the kitchen. "What happened here today? Were those men after you? Or were they just robbing you? Did they know you were…"?

  Max shook his head. "I don't think so. But how they got in is of concern. I have security measures… I'll have to look into that. Maybe I'll fire my whole security team, in case it was an inside job. This is one of the drawbacks of not being able to call in the police, you have to do all your own investigations—"

  "Is it because you can turn into a gorilla?"

  No answer.

  Scarlett took her hand from Max's, her head starting to spin again. "The reason who don't have a real fiancée. A real girlfriend, even. Is it because you can turn into a gorilla?"

  "Yes." Max stared up at her. "Vanessa is the only one who knows, aside from my mother's family. I couldn't tell anybody else because I know that once they find out what I am, they'll be afraid. They'll leave. And when somebody is so afraid of me that they leave, then maybe they'll tell somebody else, and my secret will be out. Now, maybe I'm rich enough that I can protect myself from public knowledge. But what if somebody in the government decides that I'm a threat simply for existing? What if… so that's why I can't tell anybody."

  He had never been planning to tell her. Somehow that disappointed her. He hadn't trusted her with this secret, this terrifying secret. But why should he? In seven months they were going to go their separate ways.

  "I'm tired," Scarlett whispered bleakly. "I need to go lie down… get better, Max."

  She turned on her heel and left the room before either of them could continue the conversation.

  Chapter Six

  Where do we even stand with each other now?

  Scarlett let out a deep breath as she waited in the bathroom. It had been two weeks since the attack on Max's home had revealed his unique abilities. She had stayed because she wanted to find a way to come to terms with knowing her lover could turn into a gorilla. But as much as she hated herself for it, she was a little frightened of him now.

  It was foolish of me to get sexually involved with somebody I didn't know.

  Even more foolish to allow herself to get emotionally involved. Maybe that was the real reason that she wasn't leaving, because she cared for Max, and was still hoping to wake up and find out that this was all a dream. But the two of them had not exactly been talking of late. Whenever she wasn't avoiding him, he was avoiding her.

  At least she knew he was just as frightened about the situation as she was. That was a small comfort, but it was a comfort.

  She opened her eyes again and looked down at the stick in her hand. It showed a little pink plus sign. It was the third in a row. Nausea that she now knew had nothing to do with her emotions made her choke, but Scarlett ignored it, threw the pregnancy test into the trash and washed her hands.

  Pregnant. She knew when it had happened, too. Three weeks before the attack. Max couldn't find a condom and she had been so impatient, she had decided to just rely on the birth control she was taking. Apparently, that hadn't been enough.

  As if finding out her lover could turn into a gorilla wasn't enough to wrap her head around, now she had to be pregnant as well. Pregnant. With a weregorilla's baby. What was she supposed to do now?

  In a daze, Scarlett ran a brush through her dark hair, then dressed in a tasteful summer dress and went in search of Max. Even though they were avoiding each other, he deserved to know he was going to be a father. Although what would happen once the baby was born?

  It would be like Max. Scarlett's brow furrowed as she remembered how he told her his abilities were genetic. The baby inside her was going to have the ability to turn into a gorilla. Would it be able to control it as an infant? Would she have to breastfeed a little ape, because it would shift from one form to the other all the t
ime? Would they have to hide the baby from the world until it was old enough to control its abilities? Would her child cry from pain during involuntary shifting, leaving her with no way to help?

  What if she and Max never really got along after this? She couldn't abandon her child, but it was equally clear that Max would have to be in the baby's life. He had never got the answers he was looking for as a child. She couldn't put her own baby through that.

  She was wandering aimlessly now and didn't see Vanessa until she bumped into the elderly woman. Scarlett felt heat rush to her face and stepped back, muttering an apology.

  "Are you looking for Max?" Vanessa's thin, strong fingers closed around Scarlett's wrist.

  "I was, but I'm not sure I am anymore," Scarlett whispered back. "I…"

  If she was going to tell anybody she was pregnant, it would be Max. Whatever he was, he was still a man with feelings, and she wasn't going to make him find out about this second-hand. He deserved better than that.

  "He's not here. He had a business meeting." Vanessa peered at her closely. "Are you afraid of him?"

  Scarlett hesitated. Was she? "I… I don't know. I am frightened."

  "But not of him?"

  "I don't want to be. But he's not human."

  "He's the same man you got to know before you found out his secret. I've known him since he was a baby. He would never hurt anybody he loves. And he does love you, even if he won't admit it yet."

  Scarlett shivered. "I don't think that helps."

  Vanessa nodded. "You have a right to know, though. But if you need time to come to terms with what you've learned…"

  Scarlet nearly bit her pinky nail but caught herself just in time. She folded her hands together. "And if I leave, just so I can figure out how I feel about this, will he feel like I'm abandoning him?"

  Vanessa's gaze was steady. "How would you feel in his place?"

  "I just… it's too much," Scarlett blurted. She gulped in a deep breath. "I don't know how I feel or what to think. I need some time. But I'm going to come back. I just need a couple of days to sort out my thoughts. I hope that's all I need. Just to really think, without worrying that he'll see my face and wonder if…"

  "I understand." Vanessa sighed. "Do you have somewhere you can go?"

  "Maybe. I have a friend I can call."

  Vanessa nodded. "I'll help you pack."

  "No need. Nothing here is mine. It's all things Max bought. I'll be fine. Thank you for your offer, though."

  "Of course." Vanessa squeezed her hand. "Please come back. He's always been afraid of people finding out for this reason. Please don't give him more reasons to close himself off from the world."

  There really wasn't anything Scarlett could say to that, but she nodded and tried to tell herself that she would only be gone for a few days.

  She made sure that she cleaned out her bathroom garbage, unwilling to leave behind any evidence of her pregnancy, then she wrote a note to Max explaining what she was doing and promising she would return. It seemed very cowardly and not at all what a gentlewoman would do, to leave a note and disappear into the city. To make up for it, she made sure to give him her phone number in case he wanted to get in touch.

  As soon as she was in the cab headed away from the mansion, she phoned Hao, hoping that he would answer quickly. To her relief, he did.

  "Scarlett, I did not expect to hear from you. How is your engagement proceeding? Are you calling to ask me to walk you down the aisle yet?" Though Hao's voice was upbeat and teasing, there was a note of seriousness in it.

  There was an unspoken rule between the two of them that they only called each other if there was a serious emergency, like when she had attempted to relieve Ken Madoc of his excess wealth and found two bodies shoved in his safe instead. She had called the police, which led to an investigation, but that hadn't stopped Madoc from searching for her. Well, searching for the Gentlewoman Thief. Scarlett still didn't know how he knew it was her that had tipped off the police; she hadn't told them who she was. If he learned her identity…

  She shook her head, shaking off the macabre thoughts. "No, it's nothing like that. I just… something has happened and I need a place to stay for a couple of days until I can figure out what my next move is going to be. I was hoping that I could stay with you."

  A pause. "Why can't you get a hotel?"

  "I'd rather not be alone."

  "Hmmm." Hao's voice took on a shrewd, knowing tone. "Then yes, you can stay for a few days. I have a couch you can sleep on."

  Relief washed over Scarlett. "Thank you. I'll be there soon."

  She directed the cab driver to Hao's address, and it wasn't long before she was stepping inside his apartment. Her mentor was waiting for her. He added some spices to a soup when she walked in, not looking at her.

  "Sit down and we'll talk while you eat," he said.

  "I'm not hungry." Truthfully, she felt a little nauseous and wasn't sure that she was going to be able to stomach whatever Hao had put in his soup. He could get very creative in the kitchen, and some of his more colorful dishes were hard to choke down when she was feeling at the top of her health.

  "It will help with your morning sickness."

  Scarlett sat, pinching the bridge of her nose. "How do you know that?"

  "It's a recipe my father used to make for my mother."

  "I mean, how do you know that I'm pregnant?"

  Hao dished her up a bowl of the steaming soup and set it in front of her. It had a pleasant, nutty scent to it that Scarlett thought she could possibly stomach. As she waited for it to cool she stared at Hao, hoping that he would answer. He sat across from her and shook his head.

  "You are with a man who any blind person could see you are attracted to, and then suddenly you have to leave him to wrap your mind around something? You're pregnant, and you're not certain if you want to carry to term."

  "No." Not keeping the baby had never crossed her mind. "That's not it at all. I am going to carry to term, I just…"

  Hao narrowed his eyes. "Don't know if you want to keep Mr. Barnes in your life? Don't know how it will affect your career?"

  "Something like that," Scarlett muttered. "I guess I just thought a little space would help me think more logically. Without emotion."

  "There is nothing wrong with emotion, as long as it's not the only reason for making a decision." Hao stood. "I have an engagement tonight. Don’t wait up for me. But Scarlett, the life of a thief, even a gentlewoman thief, is no life for a parent. If you are going to keep the child, you may need to consider retirement."

  Scarlett nodded, though that again was the last thing on her mind. She had the feeling that once she decided what to do about Max, everything else would fall into place.

  But what was she going to do about Max? She had no idea.

  Chapter Seven

  A couple of days went by and Scarlett heard nothing from Max. She was worried that he was angry with her, or that those men had returned and killed him and Vanessa. Mostly, though, she thought that this meant he didn't want her in his life anymore. Eventually, she called him, just to make sure he was all right. They didn't talk for long, but Scarlett promised to call him again soon.

  She didn't.

  Instead, Max showed up at her door. Given that Hao had conveniently gone 'shopping' less than ten minutes before Max arrived, Scarlett guessed that he told the billionaire where to find her. Scarlett had to admit she was relieved to see Max and thrilled that he had come after her. Their time apart hadn't made things any easier to think about. She hadn't been entirely certain how to go back to him after leaving the way she did, but that he came to her was enough. She knew as soon as she saw him that she wanted to return to live with him again.

  Now she just had to find a way to tell him that.

  "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked awkwardly, twisting her hands. The small apartment seemed even smaller with Max's bulk in it.

  "No, thank you. I won't stay long. I just came because I nee
ded to talk to you face to face." Max's expression was emotionless. Too emotionless, like he wasn't entirely certain how he was meant to feel, and so had settled on nothing.

  Scarlett knew how that felt. She sat down across the table from him and nodded. "We do need to talk."

  Max cleared his throat. "So…"

  "I'm pregnant."

  Max swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I know. Vanessa found a positive pregnancy test in your bathroom."

  "I thought I’d thrown them all away." Scarlett ran her fingers through her dark hair. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have found out like that. I should have told you. I should have told you before I left. I shouldn't have left at all, but it was especially wrong of me to just leave the way I did, and I'm sorry."

  "I understand why you did it." Max paused. His hand crept towards hers, and Scarlet closed the distance between them. He let out a deep lungful of air, visibly relaxing. "I was angry. I might still be a little angry because you didn't tell me. But I understand. You needed space to decide what to do."

  Scarlett shook her head. "Not about the baby. I'm going to keep it. I just needed to figure out how I felt about… what you can do, and figure out where that fits in my life now. But I am going to keep the baby, Max, and I want you to be a part of our lives. I want him or her to grow up knowing about your heritage, and have someone who understands there to help out."

  Max swallowed again, this time also blinking rapidly. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

  Until he said that, Scarlett hadn't realized that she had feared his reaction. She smiled at him, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. Tears actually pricked her eyes. "It makes me happy that you're happy. I know that it's an unexpected pregnancy, and I… I was a little afraid you wouldn't want to be part of the baby's life."

  "Is that why you left?"

  Scarlett hesitated and shook her head. "No. I left because you turned into a gorilla and beat a man to death in front of me. It frightened me, even though you were protecting me."

  Max flinched. "I'm sorry that I frightened you. I wasn't thinking when I attacked them. I only knew that I'd die before I let either of them lay a finger on you. You have to understand, I haven't turned in years. I have tried to pretend I’m a normal person. But it never works. Having to keep such a huge part of my identity a secret always destroys my relationships. But when that monster threatened you—"

 

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