Page 7 of Knot Your Baby

I stare at the ceiling while I wait for his knot to deflate. I can’t have my heat coming on with a vengeance while he has me in this room.

“Oh fuck!” he grunts when his dick finally slides out of me.

He falls onto his side, pulling me against him. Purring against my head as he holds me, not knowing that tears coat my eyes.

I wish—I wish I didn’t do this with him. I never thought he’d want another omega. I thought he was a man whore who came to this club, wanting no one but always hoping one day that he’d see me.

But he wants Maya.

And I have to remember that’s not me.

Chapter 3

Freya

Eight Months Later

The scent of chocolateand warm butter fills my bakery as I pull another tray of brownies from the oven.

I drop the tray on the counter and hold my aching back. “I don’t think I’ll last another month.”

“It’s best to keep the baby cooking,” Harlow says, giving her son Jagger a look as he stands on his tiptoes and stares at the chocolaty goodness on the counter.

I tap his nose and say, “They’re too hot right now.”

The baby inside me gives an energetic kick.

“Ouch!”

Harlow lifts her eyebrows. “It’s telling you off for still working at eight months pregnant.”

I slide my hands to my ass, trying to stretch. “I want to have time off with the baby, so I need to earn as much as I can before he or she comes.”

“You shouldn’t have to do this alone,” Harlow says. Her eyes roaming over my belly. “Contact the Wellness Center and ask for the alphas names who attended to you during your heat.”

I snort at Harlow’s choice of words. “More like bent me over and—” I stare at Jagger and grimace.

“Mommy, who bent her?” Jagger’s chocolate-smeared face turns up to Harlow.

She shoots me a death glare. “It means to help someone, buddy.”

I rub my swollen belly as another kick lands. “This kid’s daddy must be a hockey player. It feels like they’re practicing slapshots against my ribs.”

Harlow’s laugh echoes through the empty bakery. “Or maybe you hooked up with David Beckham.”

“Mmm. Imagine that tattooed…” I stare at Jagger and decide to keep it clean this time. “He’s married and that I would remember.” I wince at another kick. “Though right now I’d settle for knowing he hasn’t got a family history of giant babies.”

I hate lying to Harlow, but what am I supposed to say? I know my baby’s daddy is tall, broad and no doubt a big baby when he was born.

Harlow’s hand slides over mine. “Are you staying with your parents when the little athlete arrives?”

My throat tightens. “Hell no. Mom hates that I did this without a pack. I think she is scared that I’ll be arrested and that will look bad on her.”

Tears sting my eyes before I can stop them. Harlow wraps her arms around me, careful of my belly.

“You know I’ve got you, Frey. You’re not alone in this.”

“I’m terrified of giving birth. But I have to do it at home by myself.” The words tumble out before I can stop them.

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