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by Emma Knox

  It was as if my scent had merged with his to create something new all in itself, a uniqueness that was both unrecognizable and familiar…a blended balance.

  "Rhett," he said, taking a deep breath, "I'm... I'm pregnant."

  Everything that had happened suddenly made all the sense in the world.

  Chapter 8

  Beau

  "I'm pregnant."

  The way his eyes went wide at my words didn't comfort me. "You...you are?"

  "I think so... and... um...."

  "Think so?" He quizzed me further, heightening my anxiety even further until I was certain I would derail.

  "Well I haven't exactly gone and seen a doctor." I shrugged, trying to appease him because I didn’t know what else to do in this somewhat deplorable situation.

  "We should go see a doctor then." His voice was firm, cool, confident. He didn’t give much away with respect to his emotions though. At least he wasn’t freaking out on me or screaming for that matter.

  "Jumping right to wanting a second opinion on the matter?" I broke away from him, dread creeping up on me.

  "I'm not doubting you at all.” This time he spoke with a slightly gentler approach.

  "You want a paternity test with that?" I gritted my teeth and turned away from him completely.

  "No! It had nothing to do with that." He stroked my cheek affectionately.

  "What is it then?" I spoke with harsh abrasiveness, still refusing to meet his gaze.

  "If...if you're pregnant, you need proper medical treatment. You can't just go without it. You want to have a healthy pup don't you?" His eyes flashed with a warmth that reeled me in.

  I turned to face him again. There was concern in his face. I stopped, checking myself, realizing my emotions were snapping out at him wrongfully.

  "You're pregnant," he repeated, seemingly wistful about it.

  I didn't know what to think about what he was doing. I made my way to the bed, just to sit on it, letting the tears flow. I was an emotional wreck in these early stages of pregnancy.

  What I didn't expect was Rhett to be right there behind me with hand-towel wiping the tears off of my face. He was being exceptionally and unrecognizably tender with me. Granted, I hadn’t spent that much time with him yet to be able to figure out any of his true intentions. If this is what I had to look forward to, it was a fantastic taste of a bright future, but I still didn’t trust it…or him.

  "I don't get it.” I shook my head with denial.

  "What's there to get?" Rhett quizzed me, looking confused.

  "I told you I'm pregnant, and you're just acting like I told you it was cold outside."

  "How do you want me to respond? This is big news, Beau."

  How did I expect him to respond? Did I immediately just assume he would dump me immediately, and vanish just like my own father did?

  "I don't know. I can't tell if I should be happy, or scared, or whatever." I chuckled nervously and fidgeted my hands together, staring at my thighs.

  "There's nothing saying you can't be both. You should be both." He sat down beside me. "I think I'm both too."

  "Why are you scared? Does becoming an Alpha Father scare you?" I dared to meet his gaze.

  He was silent for a time, reflectively pondering something internally that was probably bigger than me. "It sort of does. But I'll be there for them, I'll be there for you." He sounded genuine enough, I guess.

  "You'll be there for me?" The high pitch in my voice gave me away. I was scared out of my mind, but hopeful too.

  "Of course I will. Why wouldn't I be?" He acted offended as if I should be giving him more credit.

  More tears rolled down my face, salty and hot. I was powerless to stop them. "I'm so glad to hear that," I whispered.

  "What? You thought I wouldn't be?" Rhett pulled away, sizing me up and investigating my facial features.

  I hadn't told him about my history. I took a deep breath, ready to hash into it because I guessed now was as good a time as any. "I'm the son of a single Omega who was raising me without the help of a deadbeat Alpha. We met in lust, Rhett. I thought that it wouldn't be anything more than that and along with you not calling and everything."

  He let out a huge breath. "Yeah. My devotion to you, my mate, has nothing to do with my fear of being a father. There's just something else. I guess a pup in the mix just complicates things."

  "It might not be a pup you know..." I reminded him of the blunt fact that I wasn’t a shifter.

  "And that's the problem,” he sighed with regret.

  "Huh?"

  "I know the outside world doesn't pay much attention to pack politics, it mostly being under the radar territorial pissings."

  I really didn't. I had heard stories of the Frost pack, as well as their rivals. Fights that had broken out between them. It was never a major part of my life though. It was something I saw on TV or had read articles about. To me, it could be said that that the wolf packs of the tundra were as real as the characters in a movie. I never gave it much attention, but now here I was, caught right in the thick of the drama that always encompassed a pack.

  "The patriarch of the Frost pack is my father, the one who I'm visiting for his birthday. I'm his eldest son. Even if I've made it known that I don't intend to lead his pack into battle when he passes on, he has high hopes for me," Rhett explained the foundation of his responsibilities as if he were reciting meal options off a menu.

  "So he's a parent, huh?" Great, just one more road block to get in my way of having Rhett all to myself.

  "More or less, but I've told you that you're my mate, right? I'm certain that out of all of the Omegas in the world, you're the one who belongs to me." Rhett’s eyes didn’t flicker with anything but assertive confidence.

  It was sort of warm and fuzzy inside for him hearing it saying it like that. I'd heard stories about Alphas and Omegas, how they're both blessed and cursed with a desire for their perfect match. I understood that fully in this moment, because the mixture was swirling around in my head and trying to find the best way to keep the sparks flying.

  There was something magical about Rhett, something I couldn't put my finger on. It was said the feeling of the bond is stronger in Alphas, which made lying so easy for them. "I hope you're right and I am."

  "Well, my father believes strongly in strength. He sees himself as an amateur seer sometimes, and thinks I'm destined to be mated with an Omega from a mighty pack."

  "A mighty pack? I don't have any pack. I'm not a wolf." I’d never felt so inferior in my life.

  "You aren't. Maybe you're mighty in other ways, but the tenacity of a wolf shifter isn't what you've been blessed with." He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. "My father thinks any of his children mating with someone who isn't a shifter is diluting his bloodline, weakening the Frost pack. If fate has chosen to put me with you, then....well, he's going to be very disappointed."

  "So what you're saying is that..." I didn't even like to think about it. It wasn't even a thought that passed people's heads in the city dweller's world. "I'm not good enough for your father." The feeling of disappointment threatened to crush me beneath the weight of the world I was carrying. I wanted to impress Rhett and his father, his entire family, really.

  "You're not a shifter. You'll never be good enough because you weren't born that way," Rhett spoke bluntly, merely stating the facts and forgetting the monumental task of keeping his hormonal mate happy.

  I wanted to scream at him that this was unfair, that this was some backward way of thinking, and yet...I understood. Technically his father was right. To mate with me would mean a weakened blood line, especially if our kid didn’t end up as a pup.

  I loved my own father dearly. I'd do anything for him. Why should I expect any different of Rhett? He had an obligation to keep his Alpha father happy and the idea of disappointing him probably left a sour taste in his mouth.

  I'd never give up my own father for an Alpha, and I'm not hypocritical
enough to expect it of someone else. It just made the pain of not being able to openly mate with Rhett that much more exponentially harder.

  "Well, that settles it then," I said with a depth of bitter finality.

  "What settles what?" Rhett’s face contorted to alarm.

  "I'll leave. I'll go and raise this child on my own. It's what I always wanted to avoid, but I have to face the truth. I can't ask for you to do such a thing." I shook my head as if it were not up to debate and willed myself not to cry again.

  "Ask me to do what, Beau?" Rhett tried to touch me, to rub my back consolingly, but I swatted him away.

  "Give up your pack for me,” I whispered with my eyes remaining downcast, away from his agonizing stare.

  Rhett scoffed as if the whole idea was preposterous. "I'm not giving up my pack."

  "I understand." I pushed off Rhett's arm and started toward the door.

  "Where the hell are you going?" Rhett called out with both annoyance and fear.

  "I can't stay near you. If I can't have you, it brings me so much pain to see you." I kept my back to him and held back more sobs.

  "I want you, Beau." Rhett’s voice was convincing, I’d give him that much.

  He was swiftly up, his arms cradling around me. The tender touch sent chill bumps of pleasure up my spine.

  "I'm not giving you up."

  "You said you're not giving up your pack,” I reminded him, ready to argue.

  "I'm not." Rhett was adamant.

  I was speechless, and just stared at him because I didn’t understand what he was getting at.

  "What are you on about? You just told me your Alpha father wouldn't accept a non-shifter as your mate. I know how strict packs are, and how much Alphas control them. You'd be exiled."

  "I don't know. I'll figure it out. They're my family, Beau." Rhett shook his head and rubbed his tired looking eyes.

  My heart sunk. Everything was leaning toward me being alone because I knew it would be impossible for me to be accepted by his family.

  "But you're my family now too." Rhett stroked my arm gently, holding me against his chest so tight. He was so sweet, so comforting.

  He was telling me two contradictory things, two things that couldn't possibly both happened, yet the way he was holding me I knew that everything would be okay.

  Trust. I truly felt like I could put my trust in this man, as long as I remained in his protective and warm embrace.

  Chapter 9

  Rhett

  Stroking Beau's hair, I kept him close, cradling him, hoping to comfort him in any way I could manage. I hated to see him suffer or in pain of any capacity.

  "Just...calm down. I'll find a way to make everything work." I had such assurance in my voice that for a brief moment or two, I almost believed myself.

  I had absolutely no clue on what I could possibly do to make everything work, but I thought that if I kept cradling him and holding him tight to my body, he’d go along with my lie.

  The past few days I had been trying to ignore the question. It was a painful one without any easy answers, so it was only natural to avoid it.

  Now that there was a pup involved? The metaphorical tables were now turned upside down.

  The question put itself in my face and reminded me that it wasn't going away.

  Alpha Frost was a kind, wise man for the most part, with his failing being that his pride in his pack maybe went a tiny bit too far. Feeling that those who couldn't shift were inferior beings, and that loving one was unacceptable. That meant whether it was half blood or not. I knew in my heart this pup wouldn’t have any chance at unconditional love from his grandfather.

  I'd spent the last ten years of my life stricken with wanderlust. From job to job, from business to business, from lover to lover. All of them knew what they were to me, and I knew what I was to them. We were sexual relief, always using what protection we could during their dangerous times.

  Beau, though? He did things to me. He had intoxicated me with his scent ever since I first got a whiff of him. This wasn't a passing fancy. If this wasn't fate telling me that Beau was the one for me, then I don't know what would be. I felt things with him that I’d never felt with anyone else. He made my heart leap in my chest and my cock tingle with open desire.

  My hand drifted across his abdomen, feeling it being slightly tauter than I remembered it being. I never doubted his sincerity. It was likely an absolute with how potent the Frosts were and that, well, Beau was in heat and I never, ever let up in the three days we were inside the cabin.

  Basic biology told us that we were seriously risking it, and it honestly would have been surprising if Beau had escaped that period without getting pregnant.

  It was stupid and reckless, and I honestly should have done something to hold myself back, but in the moment, I had been utterly consumed by the lust, needing to take him no matter what the stakes were.

  What's done was done now, and I had to find a path to go forward with. I had undoubtedly reached a fork in the road and either decision I made would put a stamp on the path my life took from then on.

  Even if I truly did have no idea what that path was.

  I had to turn away from it. Just for a moment. To breath, to get perspective.

  My hand on Beau's chin, I guided his lips to mine.

  He was readily receptive of me. His lips melded into mine, and he gasped so lightly.

  "Now?" he murmured, his eyes closed with passion, but I could see the validating internal struggle behind them.

  "Do you not want it now?"

  He swallowed. "I'm feeling that pregnancy horniness coming on, actually.” He giggled.

  "Then we better take care of it." I smiled his way, and whisked him off his feet.

  I slammed his back onto the bed, and started to ravish him, showering him with kisses all over his body.

  "Ah," he gasped as I touched his bare belly. "Ah!" he gasped even louder as I touched his nipples.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Everything is so sensitive suddenly. I never thought being pregnant would wreak this much havoc with my body." He sounded apologetic if anything.

  "It's changing to cope with something it hadn't had to deal with before. It's sort of beautiful in a way."

  "You're not the one who has to deal with it,” he lashed bitterly.

  "No, I'm not. But I can help you along the way, Beau. I can be there for you. I can assist you in any way I can manage. I'm going to make sure the Omega father of my child gets the best care he can."

  A soft smile came across his face and his eyes lit up with new found hope.

  I'd been blessed with both of my fathers being in my life. I couldn't understand the loneliness, or the pain Beau must have felt. The tribulations his one good father had to face.

  I wasn't going to let him break his vow to himself. I was going to be an actual father, and not just a sperm donor. I owed it to him yes, but to the kid in his swelling belly too.

  I ran my hands down his body, stripping off his shirt, and unbuckling his pants. Pulling them down, my curious horny hands went around to his ass, still firm and tight as it ever was.

  "Well, if you're already pregnant..."

  "There's no reason for you to start holding back now, Rhett." He smiled back, panting hard with desire.

  I liked the way this man thought. If he wanted me to release the wild beast on him, I had no problem doing so.

  Urging him to turn over, running a finger over asshole, he shivered. "You've been yearning to have me back here again, haven't you?" I said, demanding.

  He nodded enthusiastically and then cried out with yearning. “Yes, oh yes.”

  "I'm not going to doubt that I've wanted you really bad too. I gotta have you, Beau. I always have to have you. Nothing will ever compare to the joys that I feel when I'm with you."

  My cock twitched hard at the thought of ravishing him, but I knew I wanted to keep playing a little longer. I wanted this moment to last forever, so that when I finally did explod
e my hot load into him, it would be epic. The buildup and tease was the best part of it all.

  Reaching between his legs, I grabbed his cock and jerked it a little, seeing him squirm under my touch, gasping a little more with pleasure.

  Feeling those Omega balls of his, warming them with my grasp made him squirm in a good way. He laughed softly between his brief moans, enjoying how I was using his own body against him.

  I was dedicated to pleasing him. I wanted him to know that. It was more than just me also enjoying myself, I wanted to make sure he knew too.

  Grabbing hold of his cock, I urged him closer to me, as I bent down and brought the tip of his cock to my lips.

  "What are you doing?" he asked.

  "Shush you."

  I licked the head of it, and again watched him squirm against me.

  "I thought you were going to..." His eyes were wild with surprise.

  "I'll get to that eventually. I told you I like to play with my food."

  More licking, prodding. He tasted so sweet, and I usually wasn't one for sucking cock. Beau, like all things though, was truly something special. I'd do anything for him, and I struggled to draw the lines I wouldn't cross. He was definitely an exception to the rule.

  Raining kisses down his length, watching his erection tremble under my touch drove me just as wild as him.

  "Oh...you're going to make me cum if you keep this up." He was really shaking and trembling under me now.

  "No. You're not allowed to cum unless I'm right there with you, my dear Omega."

  "But..." He seemed helpless, powerless to control his own pleasure peaks.

  "You need to show willpower. Resist me until you can't anymore, and the bliss will be greater than anything you ever imagined." My words were accompanied by an evil smile.

  I knew what I was doing. I had experience, and now I was fully dedicating it all to Beau.

  "Mmm...ah!" He struggled as I wrapped my lips around his cock. I wanted him to cum with me too, and I knew the poor guy had limits. He wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer, not with the way I was sucking him dry.