Page 10 of Adira's Omega

Leaving the kitchen, I went to what I referred to as my living room and binged a ridiculous television show until Adira’s heavy footsteps caught my attention. My anxiety skyrocketed as she stepped through the doorway, and my stomach dropped.

This can’t be happening.

Chapter seven

Adira

“Ican’tbe,”fellfrom Nyla’s lips as I walked farther into the room.

“You are,” I ground out, clenching my fists at my sides. Rage rampaged through me at the thought of her carrying another’s child. The tests all came back clear, except one. Nyla was pregnant.

She pushed herself off the couch and stared up at me with tear-rimmed eyes. “No! I can’t, no, no, no!” She kept mumbling as she began to pace across the room, tousling her hair and biting her nails as she went.

A part of me wanted to comfort her, but the bigger part screamed for retribution. I knew my options, and I needed to think very carefully about them before making a decision. The real question was if I included Nyla in the discussion before making my demands.

Before I could decide, Nyla whirled toward me and spilled a story I hadn’t heard before. “This is why my father cast me out and placed me in the auction. He found out that I wasn’t truly his, that somehow my mother got pregnant outside of her heat. I don’t know how he did or how he could throw me aside so easily after raising me, but—”

“But here you are.” I let out a small scoff and rolled my eyes. “I’d like to say I disagree with his decision, but at the moment, I know exactly how he felt.” My eyes landed on her, and Nyla stepped back with fear glaring across her face. “Besides, now I have you, so his decision resulted in something good.” I shrugged, moving toward the large chair and collapsing in it with all the weight of today.

“You can’t mean that.”

“Oh? Nyla, you are naive at times but not delusional. I am kind to you and let you have certain freedoms, but I am still an Alpha bound and raised by the society we live in. The man who raised you had every right to sell you after finding out you were a bastard child. But again, it led to me having you, so I really don’t care what he did.” I flipped my hand through the air and sat back, letting my thoughts run through my options again.

Nyla growled and stomped her foot with tears running freely down her cheeks. “Why are all you Alphas assholes? This world is terrible because of you. We are tormented and abused all because you think you’re better.”

“Watch what you say, little mate. I have a decision to make about that thing growing inside of you, and your actions might push me one way over the other.”

Nyla jerked back as if she had been struck. “You can’t mean—”

“Enough, Nyla, you know exactly what I mean. Now, would you like to discuss this, or shall I go tell Doctor Neal that I have already made a decision?” I sat up straighter, holding Nyla’s gaze as her breath came out in pants. Moments passed and finally, Nyla nodded and sat down. “Good. Would you like to start?”

She pulled her eyes from mine and glared down at the floor by her feet. “We can’t do a blood test now, can we? To determine who it belongs to?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s far too soon. We would have to wait too long to find out. We have to decide without truly knowing.”

“Do we know how far along I am? That could give us answers.” She picked at her fingers and clothing, trying to keep her focus without breaking down. It was admirable, but I didn’t think she would be able to hold it together the entire time.

“We can, but it isn’t exact.”

“Well, can we get that information first?” she asked, looking up at me. “There’s no point in discussing this if we don’t have all the information.”

I pulled out my phone, ignoring Nyla for a moment, and messaged Hania to have Doctor Neal prepare the test. “We will continue our discussion until they are ready for us.” Placing my phone on the chair’s arm, I continued, “Let’s say the test comes back showing you are a month along, then what?”

Nyla bit her lip and tried to hold back the tears that were rebuilding. “Then,” her voice broke, causing her to pause, but Nyla cleared her throat and started again, “then I know what your decision will be.”

“Do you not agree? Do you want to carry that man’s child instead of mine?”

Nyla’s head whipped around, and she glared at me. “Of course not, but that doesn’t mean I want to go through aborting it! There’s no fun, happy, easy answer, Adira. No matter what, I will be in pain. If it’s his, pain. If it’s yours, still pain, but at least I get something out of it. A family.”

I smirked, then leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Well, I’m glad we are on the same page. If we find out that you are only a week or two along, then we will celebrate and prepare for our first child. If you’re even a day over two weeks, Nyla—”

“I know. At least I will have some solace that the child wouldn’t grow up to be thrown aside like I was.”

Nyla’s face dropped, and we sat in silence until my phone buzzed. Checking it, I saw a message from Hania, telling me that they were ready for us. Standing, I beckoned to Nyla. “Come.” I walked out of the room, knowing she would follow behind like a good little Omega.

I wanted this to go well for the both of us, but I refused to let anyone spoil what was mine. That’s why Theo was on his way here so I could carry out his punishment. He would never touch another Omega again, let alone himself.

A sinister smirk etched itself onto my lips as we walked up the steps, heading toward the exam room once again. Today was going to be a good day, one way or another.

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