Page 27 of Pucking the Enemy

“Not yet, unfortunately. Hopefully soon.” I smiled easily. I didn’t want to admit that my parents thought that bonding with a pack was archaic and wrong and wanted me to marry a fat old beta one day.

“Well, in that case, your test results may be a bit of a shock.” He shuffled the papers in his hands. “You’re pregnant, Miss Giltbrook.”

My chest stuttered as I looked at the doctor in confusion. “E-excuse me?” I stammered.

“You’re pregnant. Early days, from the looks of your hormone levels. Now, as this is clearly a surprise, I think it’s best we prescribe you a strong prenatal vitamin for omegas. You’re going to have to have a conversation with your primary care physician, as well, to get your scans booked.”

Pregnant.

How could I be pregnant? I was on birth control, and I rarely had sex.

“I use protection. I’m on the birth control pill,” I said weakly.

“Are you also on suppressants?” The doctor frowned. “If you’re also on those, it should be very hard to get pregnant. Then again, it’s not completely unheard of.”

“My suppressants failed a few weeks ago. It was actually my first heat,” I admitted. “It came on out of nowhere and was a shock.”

“Ah, that’ll explain it. You need specific birth control for heats that’s a lot stronger than regular birth control. Heats are designed to get an omega pregnant, so run-of-the-mill birth control isn’t going to cut it.”

“So, what do I do now?” I asked, unable to look him in the face.

I was pregnant with a child. What was I going to do with the baby? My parents were going to disown me. Especially once they realized I had slept with alphas.

Which alpha even got me pregnant?

My mother would have an aneurysm when she realized there were three potential fathers.

Then again, they were a pack, and packs tended to claim babies as a whole. Though that was in situations where the omega was bonded into the pack. Would that still be the case now?

Did they even need to know?

Of course, they needed to know—one of them was a father. Or all of them were fathers, depending on how you looked at it.

“You’ll need to have a conversation with the father, but that’s your prerogative. It would be good to know the medical history, but other than that, you just need to get in touch with your primary care physician, take the prenatal vitamins I’ve prescribed you, and make sure you’re eating a healthy, balanced diet.”

I nodded weakly. “So, the feeling sick?”

“Totally normal in the early stages of pregnancy. The best thing I can recommend is bed rest, drinking plenty of water, and trying to take it easy.”

I nodded again, standing up and grabbing my bag. The walk back to my dorm was a blur.

Pregnant.

How could I be pregnant?

That was a stupid question. I knew exactly how I’d gotten pregnant. The details were permanently etched into my brain.

Ignoring my phone, I clambered into my nest, taking my favorite cloud-shaped pillow and clutching it to my chest.

No tears escaped, despite my shocked state. Instead of sleeping like I wanted to, I merely stared at the wall of my nest, contemplating what this meant.

My family was going to disown me, and I was going to be alone.

Seb, my best friend since childhood, was probably never going to talk to me again. He would be understanding about the pregnancy; he just wouldn’t be understanding about who the father was.

Sebastian and Roman hated each other.

When I had met the tall, blond stranger with the body of a Greek god, I had been feeling down and wanted to forget for a few hours.

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