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“It’s a win-win in my eyes. She’s already fucked him.”

“She doesn’t remember. She was deep in her heat,” I growl.

He lifts one shoulder and widens his eyes. “Stanton wants her. Give them permission and you’ll control everything until the baby is born.”

“And then what? Let him be the father? Let him be her alpha?” My voice sounds dejected. “What about me? What if they decide they only want each other?”

“Hopefully before that time you can solve this problem you have with your father.”

I mull over the thought of Stanton and Grace being with each other. “My game will probably suffer just knowing they’re together.”

But what choice do I have? My father will ruin my life. Her life.

“It’s the only solution,” Jon says after I’ve been silent for a while.

I nod.

At least this way, I get to see her. Maybe even see my baby growing inside her.

I just hope this isn’t the worst idea ever.

Chapter 26

Grace

I slump onto the edge of the bed and shake my head, aware that if I speak, I’ll start crying all over again.

There’s a knock on my bedroom door, but I’m not ready to talk.

“I’m fine.” I lie. I’m never going to be fine again.

“Do you want to talk?” Harlow calls from the other side of the door.

The mere idea of discussing it with Harlow, an alpha, makes me nauseous. She’ll never see things from my perspective. She’ll probably advise me differently from Sienna and Ella. At least Sienna is a beta and understands how I’m feeling. And Ella, being an omega, knows how difficult it is turning my back on whom I think is my scent match. She knows most omegas would be on their knees and begging her alpha to accept them.

I wish I could, but I can’t.

Not after what my mom went through in her life. My father abandoned us when we were young, leaving his omega and his children alone.

Alphas are supposed to cherish their omegas and their offspring, yet my father threw us away like we were out of date.

The door creaks open regardless of my wishes. Harlow leans against the doorway with a bar of chocolate and a tub of ice-cream. “I’m sure my niece or nephew needs some sugary goodness.”

I try to give her my brightest smile. “Okay, but I don’t want to talk about alphas.”

“Alright,” she says with an enthusiastic smile. “We’ll watch TV and discuss the weather.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll call Bardot. The three of us can sleep in here tonight and keep you company.”

“No,” I sigh, grateful for her help. “That’s not necessary. I’ll be fine.”

“Stop saying that, Grace. You’re not fine. You’ve had a shock seeing the baby’s father with another omega,” she says with another tight smile. “Maybe…”

I know she wants to say something else, but she stops talking and breaks a few chunks of chocolate from the block for me.

“Thanks, but I need the bar,” I say and pat my belly.

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