Page 154 of Freeing My Alpha

“Shit—” Noah scrambles to open the pregnancy test box, yanking on the top so forcefully that he accidentally ejects the stick across the room. It comes to a spinning stop against the bathtub.

I gasp, dancing with my knees pinched together. “Noah!”

He scrambles on all fours after the test, thrusting it into my hands with the sharpest athleticism I’ve ever seen.

I pee on the stick just in time. For a solid few seconds, Noah and I stare at each other, our brains still catching up with the rapid succession of chaos.

But as my sudden, bellowing laughter disrupts my peeing, we have to lean on each other as we laugh so hard that we fall silent.

Although, I get the feeling Noah’s eyes are watering from something else. He bounces on his heels in a squat, hardly able to wait for me to finish the test, let alone for the results to show. My heart aches with love for him. He really wants this baby.

I groan. “You are so damn cute! Your baby might kill me if they’re even a fraction as adorable as you.”

This warps Noah’s eyebrows even further, sending him into full tears. “Omega, t-that's so sweet to think about—”

“Oh, my love...”

As we huddle in for a kiss, our lips wobble against each other as our tears combine against our cheeks.

Burrowing my fingers into his hair, I kiss him between deep scratches over his scalp. Tell me what’s going through your mind.

Noah shakes his head, breaking our kiss to rub his eyes with a shy laugh. “I-I’m just— I’m so happy for us. Happy doesn’t describe it. After all we’ve been through— After what you’ve been through... Goddess, Aliya, this is just—”

I can feel my face warp into the heaviest ugly cry. We erupt into laughter again.

Noah whines at my contorted face in his palms. “My sweet Omega. I love you so damn much.”

“I love you too, my shy Alpha. I really do.” I lean over the toilet, throwing my arms around him and squeezing as hard as I can.

With a fresh towel around me and Noah’s mussed clothes reorganized, Noah and I fall into a silent, rocking trance, holding each other in the frigid bathroom as we wait for the test to reveal itself. He drags his fingers through my damp hair from root to tip, each strand cascading down my back like gentle raindrops. My eyes flutter shut.

Noah kisses the top of my head. His deep whisper rumbles against my cheek. “No matter what happens, I’m so grateful we’re here together.”

I have to breathe deeper to keep up with my throbbing heartbeat, especially as my instincts scream louder than ever.

Gazing up at Noah, I whimper through fresh tears. “I think I really am pregnant, Noah. I’ve been too scared to admit it because I want it to be true so badly, but I think you were right. Deep down, I felt it too: a little drop of something different in our bond. It’s been there since my last day of school—the second you mated me.”

He stares at me for a long minute, cradling my head in one palm as his heart races faster and faster against my ear.

Noah releases me in a rush. “Fuck, I don’t care if it’s too early. I’m looking at the damn test.”

I bite my thumb as Noah snatches the test from the countertop, drawing it only a few inches from his face. He doesn’t speak for a long time, green irises flickering between the result and the test key.

I clutch fistfuls of my towel, afraid to move. “What does it say?”

I can hardly breathe as I wait for Noah’s response, his eyes still darting like he’s struggling to grasp what he sees. I genuinely can’t tell if that’s good or bad, and I’m too scared to ask.

Finally, Noah mutters, “I-it’s really faint, but—”

Noah bites his lip, shaking his head.

I tug on his wrist until he shows me the results.

It’s faint, but it’s clear enough to me: there’s no way a negative test would have two lines.

I choke out a heavy sob as I meet Noah’s eyes, but I’m not the only one; his palm covers his lips as his shoulders shake through tears.

Noah bends to wrap his arms around my waist, rubbing his wet cheek against my chest.

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