Page 19 of Unruly Omega

And then it happened. Standing before me was a gorgeous black bear. Shiny hair. Kellan’s blue eyes.

My beautiful mate.

Kellan knew what bear he was in. He pounced and romped around in joy.

Minutes later, we shifted back and he ran into my arms with a broad smile on his face. “I did it. That was my real bear.”

“I know it was. I’m so proud of you.” I hugged him tightly while looking over his shoulder for Markus. He was gone. I hadn’t even heard him walk away.

“Do you think the other bear was gone?” Kellan whispered.

“I don’t know, but my bear didn’t sense another. If he’s in there, he’s gone dormant, I think but only time will tell.” I turned to bury my nose in his neck. “You smell so good. Your bear is beautiful, mate.”

“And so is yours. Thank you for all you’ve done to help me.”

“I would do anything for you, Kellan. I love you.”

He pulled back. “And I love you, alpha.”

Chapter Eighteen

Kellan

I’d only been in the sanctuary a short time, was still settling in when I rushed to the healer’s office in a panic. “I have been sick to my stomach for the past few days, low energy and I’m afraid the blocker/suppressor might be at fault.”

Markus looked up from the thick medical book he was studying. “Have a seat and I will be with you in a moment.” With what the omegas in the labs were subjected to, he was constantly trying to learn more, even delving into human sources because of course, that’s who was doing these things to us.

“But what if I’m dying?” The way my stomach felt, I might well be. “Can you read later?”

“Sit.” He continued to peruse the volume for at least ten more minutes while I shifted in my chair and tried not to gag. Finally, he closed the book and looked at me. “Nauseated? Food aversions, too?”

“I cannot stand the sight or smell of broccoli, beans, and butter, if that’s what you mean. Is that a symptom of poisoning?”

“Butter, really?” He tsked. “That’s a new one for me. Yes, that’s what I meant, but it is not symptomatic of poison. Remember when I was pushing for you and a certain alpha not to rush things when you had all those meds in your system?”

“Vaguely. So you think our making love is making the meds affect me badly?” Shoot, and I was the pushy one, too. The alpha had been pretty honorable until I threw myself at him.

“No, I think that your making love is why you’re pregnant.”

Lucky I was sitting down. “Don’t you need to do a test to confirm that? It’s way too fast. I’ve only been here a few weeks and we didn’t even do the nasty until like the third day.”

“Oh, that’s right. Great restraint.”

“Sarcasm? Really?” I thought I’d get sympathy from the healer when I was feeling so awful.

“Sorry.” He didn’t sound it in the least. “Yes, we’ll do a test, but I can tell by looking at you that you’ve got a pregnancy happening.” He handed me a box. “Go pee on the stick.”

“I thought you’d do blood or urine or something.”

“Let’s start with this.” He showed me the way to the bathroom off the exam area and closed the door behind me.

“Least he could do was pretend to do a real medical test,” I grumbled as I opened the box and withdrew the stick. “Or be a little sympathetic to how sick I am.” I still didn’t believe I was pregnant, not really. Sure, we’d been in bed together every night and most afternoons if Locke could get away from his duties, but didn’t it take longer than this to get pregnant?

Maybe if I’d found something to do around the place, keeping me out of bed more, I wouldn’t be in this situation. Locke and I hadn’t even discussed children. Did he want any?

Oh gods, what if he didn’t.

I peed on the stick and left it on the sink because it was the only thing I could think to do with it. I wanted the results desperately, but I couldn’t think of a good reason to hold on to a stick I’d peed on.

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