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“Two inside me….” I muttered, shocked at the prospect. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I had a baby tomorrow.”

Later that morning,Alex came home carrying a shopping bag.

I was helping Mason flip the last pancake on the stove. For some reason, Mason looked guilty the entire time I was there, and I was starting to wonder if he felt weird removing my clothes after putting me to bed last night.

“Hello little omega,” said Alex, giving me a peck on the lips. I kissed him back, making sure I seemed like I was happy to be there.

“What do you have there?” I asked, looking at the shopping bag that he quickly hid behind him.

“It’s nothing,” he grunted, trying to step around me.

“What is it?”

“Fine, if you must know,” he pulled the bag open and lifted a bright pink box. “It’s a pregnancy test for you after you go into heat and we rut you.”

My heart dropped.

Fuck, he was serious about having a baby.

“Listen, I’m way too old to have another baby. I’m thirty-three,” I protested, trying to stop the excited gleam in his eyes. He touched the side of my face, looking into my eyes.

“As long as you can still go into your heats, you’re never too old,” he said. “I will even take you to a fertility clinic if we have to.”

“Why do you want another baby so bad?”

“Every alpha wants to see their omega with child. I’m no different,” said Alex, leaning close to me. He rubbed a hand on my belly, his cock evident through his pants. “I want to fill you with my seed and start a family.”

Eighteen

ALEX

Vanessa seemed to adjust well into my pack.

As I watched her play monopoly again in the living room with my packmates, a feeling of satisfaction and completion entered me. It had been a couple of days, and she was starting to feel comfortable sleeping next to us in bed. She would hump my knee in her sleep, but I never told her that in the morning. She was getting close to her heat and I could feel it. I also couldn’t forget the first night with her on my kitchen counter and how much I wanted to fuck her.

While she rolled on the ground laughing, I stared at the little pink spandex shorts that hugged her ass. She wore Jack’s shirt, which hung loose around her. At first, we were all bothered by the scent of another alpha on her, but we had gotten used to it.

It definitely made my hackles rise on the first day.

The only problem was that I didn’t enjoy getting too close to her when she was wearing that shirt. She could be doing that on purpose.

“I win!” she shouted, her hands full of fake cash.

The alphas sitting around her chuckled at her infectious laugh. Ever since she joined our pack, the men were fighting less and acted maturely, especially when she was around.

I sat in the dining area, slowly drinking my black coffee and watching them. She was energetic this morning. I was glad that Vanessa looked much happier than she had the first day she arrived here. She hadn’t shown any of the usual signs of an omega wanting to escape or running away. She looked content.

Or maybe she was tricking us all.

As I watched her jump up and down, fist-pumping after an hour-long game, I noticed a dark stain on her shorts from the front. Just where her pussy was nestled in. I suddenly came to a realization.

I should have trusted my gut instinct the entire time.

My heart pounding hard, I shot up from my chair and into the living room. Vanessa turned to me, her eyes wide and her face flushed pink.

“You’re in heat, aren’t you?” I asked her, watching her breathe hard. Like a rabbit caught.

“No, I’m not,” she said a little too quickly.

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