Page 66 of Omega's Vengeance

“It’s very early, but it showed up in the blood tests we ran,” he says. “You could easily have lost the baby during the accident. You got lucky. The fetus is so small right now, there’s a lot of padding around it.”

“I’m for sure pregnant?” I don’t know what to feel about that. Would I have preferred to lose the baby in the accident?

“Yep.” He rubs his jaw, looking thoughtful. “I notice you have an alpha’s bite. I’m assuming that’s the baby’s father?”

I’m still trying to grasp the news that I’m pregnant. He dropped that bomb so nonchalantly. I blink and him. “Uh, yeah. That would be the father.”

“You came in with Valentino Syracuse.” He gives a nervous laugh. “I heard he put the fear of God into the staff. He was adamant we save your life.”

“Valentino was like that?” I was out of it, so I remember nothing about when I arrived at the hospital.

“Yes. I… I don’t suppose he’s the father of your baby?”

I recoil. “God, no.”

The doctor laughs. “No?”

“He already has an omega.”

The doctor shrugs. “That doesn’t always mean anything. Depends on the alpha.”

“The baby isn’t his,” I mutter. “I can assure you.” I don’t bother saying who the father is. It’s none of his business. I don’t want people poking their heads into my room to gawk at the dumb omega who got knocked up by Valentino Syracuse’s second.

“You seem surprised to be pregnant.” The doctor studies me.

“I’m notentirelysurprised.” I touch my stomach, feeling conflicted about the pregnancy. “I knew it was a possibility. I’ve just had a lot on my mind, so I didn’t really think about being pregnant. I haven’t felt sick or anything.”

“Oh, it’ll be a few more weeks before that hits you. If it hits you at all. Not everyone has morning sickness.”

“Is Morning sickness hereditary?” My mother had horrible morning sickness with me. Am I going to suffer as well?

“Some think it might be.”

“Then I’m probably in for it.” I sigh. “My mother was deathly ill when she was pregnant with me.”

The young nurse laughs. “My mother was too when she had me, but I didn’t have a lick of morning sickness with my daughter. You just never know.”

Dr. Brown nods. “That’s the truth.” He sighs and heads toward the door. “You’ll want to find an OBGYN as soon as possible. You need to be healthy so that the baby can be healthy. A good OBGYN can keep you on the right track.”

“I’ll do that.”

They leave, and I lie down in the bed, hands resting on my stomach. I’m surprised I don’t feel more rattled about the pregnancy. I don’t feel repulsed by the idea of carrying Dario’s child, like I thought I might. If I’m honest, I mostly feel numb. My feelings for Dario have changed exponentially in the last few days. But just as I start to feel closer to Dario, he behaves in a way I don’t understand. Like earlier. Dario was so cold to me when he left. The scowling alpha who disappeared with Carlo bared no resemblance to the alpha who’d been smiling and happily eating cake with me earlier today.

Will Dario be pleased to know I’m carrying his child? I feel nervous about telling him. If I do tell him, should I tell him before the wedding, or after? Will there still be a wedding because of my injuries? I’m surprised when I feel almost disappointed at the thought it might be postponed. How is it that I’ve come full circle with Dario? I’ve gone from loathing him, to wanting him to be my alpha. My husband.

Earlier today, I’d have said he felt the same way toward me. But the fact remains he hasn’t bothered to come see me. That not only hurts my feelings, it makes me question if I should even keep the baby.

Chapter Fifteen

Dario

If you hadn’t interfered, Valentino and Dario would be dead by now.

It’s the next morning and still my gut churns as I remember those words from Alessio’s lips. He said them right before Valentino and I entered his hospital room. He didn’t realize we were there. Is that why he spoke freely? Is that why he was honest? I thought Alessio and I had bonded. I thought he felt differently toward me now. But those heinous words flew so easily off his tongue.

He still wants me dead.

I’d love to block that fact from my brain. But not even Carlo’s screams of agony can drown those hurtful words from repeating over and over in my mind. I feel like a fool. I would die for Alessio. I’d have happily laid down my life for him. Apparently he’d be only happy for me to do that. It’s hard not to feel like a sucker. I thought he’d grown to trust me. I’d stupidly thought after all we’d been through, he’d realized we belong together.

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