Page 34 of Pucking the Enemy

We clearly haven’t been looking hard enough, because in the meantime, some piece of shit had managed to get her pregnant.

“Uh…” Hazel tried to find the words.

“That’s irrelevant,” Cormac grumbled. “Are you still with the fucker?”

“Uh, no?” Hazel looked between us, a bewildered look on her face.

“Good.” I nodded. That was one problem out of the way. “We don’t care if you’re pregnant.” As I spoke, I looked at my packmates. Cormac nodded in confirmation. Phillip didn’t say anything against it.

“Wait, what?” Hazel stammered.

“I mean, it’s a little rude getting knocked up after we blew your mind, but we clearly have something we want to explore.” Cormac shrugged.

Hazel gaped at us. “The only people I have had sex with in the last year are you three idiots!” she cried, throwing her hands in the air.

Wait…

What?

“What are you saying, Duchess?”

Hazel sighed, resting her face in her hands as she grumbled to herself for a moment. “I tracked you guys down to let you know that, apparently, you need super strong birth control while you’re in heat. I didn’t know that, and you guys got me pregnant. I thought you deserved to know.”

I looked at the beautiful omega I hadn’t seen in weeks, unable to process what she had just said. She was pregnant, and we were the dads?

We had wanted to see her again and had every intention of pursuing a relationship with her, but we hadn’t expected that.

As I thought about her words, I realized I wasn’t even angry or stressed. I was excited.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Sure of what?” she replied. “That I’m pregnant or that it’s yours?”

“Uhh… This may make me sound like an asshole, but both?”

Hazel snorted. “I am most definitely pregnant, I had the blood test to confirm it. As I have said, the only people I’ve slept with in the last year are you three, so I’m pretty sure that, unless I’m carrying the baby Jesus, one of you guys got me pregnant during my heat.”

I couldn’t help it. My face broke out into a grin. “Duchess, that’s amazing!” I cried, pulling her into my lap and hugging her close, burying my nose in her hair and inhaling that sweet smell I had been missing for weeks.

“A-amazing?” she stuttered, pulling away and looking up at me with surprise.

“Why wouldn’t it be amazing?” Cormac asked, his grin matching my own.

“Because we don’t know each other, because we’re in college, because we are all young, because you guys are a pack and will want to settle down with an omega one day and don’t need a baby complicating that?” She listed all the things she saw as potential issues, her eyes wide as the words tumbled from her mouth.

Only none of those things would be an issue for me.

“Duchess, calm down,” I instructed gently. The last thing she needed was to stress herself out when she was pregnant. “You are single, aren’t you?” I asked.

My pack mates’ faces broke out into frowns. They hadn’t considered the possibility that there would be another alpha sniffing around.

“Of course, I’m single!” she growled, but had all the fire of a newborn kitten snarling. “What kind of woman do you take me for? Why does everyone seem to think that I am a whore just because I accidentally got pregnant?”

“Whoa, who’s calling you a whore?” Cormac demanded, his face full of thunder.

“My best friend,” she admitted, sighing. “He didn’t mean it. He found my prenatal vitamins, and he was just shocked because I hadn’t told him I was pregnant.”

He?

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