Page 33 of Pucking the Enemy

I nodded. I probably shouldn’t have caffeine, but given the extreme stress I was under, it felt necessary.

“Where the heck did you run off to that morning?” Phillip asked, his face still set in a frown.

“I needed to get back home. I hadn’t told anyone where I was, and I’d been gone for days.”

“You could have left us your phone number or something. We were worried.”

I grimaced. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think. My head was all screwed up.”

“No worries. You found us, that’s what matters,” Roman reassured me, keeping me firmly at his side.

He seemed oddly attached to me, considering he hadn’t seen me for a few weeks. His scent enveloped me, flinging my mind back into the things we did during my heat.

“Look, we need to have a conversation, and there’s no easy way to talk about it.”

Cormac snorted. “We know you’re a Hawking girl. If that’s what you’re stressed about, don’t worry. We don’t mind fucking the enemy.”

My face heated again. By that point, I probably looked like an overripe tomato.

“Come on, let’s get a drink. Ignore the idiot.” Phillip scowled. “You need to tell us how you got home and that you were at least safe about it.”

We found a relatively empty coffee shop and took a seat in a small booth. There was no one around us, so we had some privacy. Ideally, I would have liked a more private setting for this conversation, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“Why did it take you so long to find us, Duchess?” Roman asked as he passed me my iced vanilla latte.

“I was busy with, uh, classes. Plus, I wasn’t exactly sure you guys would want to see me again. Everything that happened was kind of a surprise. No one really planned or expected it, and I thought it was a one-time thing.”

Cormac grinned at me. “Oh, I definitely didn’t want that to be a one-time thing, sweetness. You damn near broke my heart when I woke up to find you gone.” He grabbed me lightly by the hips, dragging me into his lap. The sudden movement made my stomach turn, my hand flying to my face to cover my mouth. The last thing I wanted to do was get sick all over the alpha who potentially impregnated me.

“Cormac! Put her down,” Phillip snapped, launching out of his own seat and gently placing me back in my seat and steadying me. “Are you okay?” he asked, his face full of concern.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” I mumbled.

“You don’t look it,” Roman said.

I glanced between all the alphas. While waiting for them after the game, I had tried to come up with the best way to tell them, but there was no easy way to say it.

So, I decided to just say it.

Probably not the best idea, but I was tired, nauseated, and my feet hurt.

“I’m pregnant.”

Chapter 12

Roman

Hazel was pregnant?

My stomach dropped at those words, but my disappointment was quickly replaced with anger. Who had gotten her pregnant? Why were they letting her go out alone when she was clearly unwell?

Her face was pale, and she shook ever so slightly as Phillip righted her.

“Who?” Cormac asked the question I had just been thinking. His face was just as angry as mine surely was. Phillip merely looked confused. They were probably thinking the same thing I was—who the fuck had gotten to our omega?

So, Hazel wasn’t technically our omega, but we had all been thinking about her since she had snuck out of our house the morning after her heat. I had been trawling through social media, attempting to find her, but hadn’t had any luck. Nothing I did could distract me from her. I went to bed thinking about her sweet cherry cola scent and the feel of her pussy fluttering around my knot.

She was perfect, and we had all missed her.

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