Page 49 of Omega's Vengeance

“For all the good it does.” He arches one brow. “I don’t suppose you’d consider taking my name?”

“I also need an heir.”

“Then we need to hyphenate the kid’s name,” he says, narrowing his eyes. “Little Anthony Abella-Coppola has a nice ring to it.”

“Nah. I’m thinking more of something like Rocko Coppola-Abella.”

“Rocko sounds like a thug, and why would your name go first?”

“Because I’m the alpha.” I shrug. “It’s how it’s done usually.”

His jaw juts stubbornly. “We’ll have to negotiate that. In order for a kid to mean anything to me, he has to have my name too.”

“Okay, we can probably work something out.”

He wrinkles his brow. “Still, I’m not sure I want a kid with you. Even if I agreed to having a child, I don’t know that I want a kid anytime soon. I didn’t plan on having offspring this early in my life.”

I shrug. “Well, if you’re claimed, there’s no reason to wait. Omegas are made to be bred.”

He curls his lip. “What a typical alpha statement. Am I supposed to be flattered that I’m only good for one thing in your eyes?”

“I’m not saying you don’t have other uses.”

“Gee, thanks.” He shakes his head.

“I should probably shut up cuz I’m just making it worse. My point really is only that I don’t have an omega pouch. I can’t exactly carry the kid, right?”

“Obviously.”

“I know you’re good at a lot of things, Alessio. I’ve seen you in action, okay?”

He frowns. “Is having offspring mandatory?”

I rub my jaw, not sure how to answer. I don’t want to spook him, but I will eventually need an heir. “It is, but it doesn’t have to be right away.”

He scowls. “Having kids is a walk in the park for you alphas. You get to fuck and move on. The omega is stuck with the morning sickness and the birth of the kid. Then I suppose I’ll get the pleasure of changing diapers and feeding the brat, while you’re off living your best life.”

I consider his words. It’s true many alphas approach fatherhood like that. They hand over the care of the offspring to the omegas, and don’t have much to do with the kids. “I don’t think that would be fair to you. You’ll still have a syndicate to run. We can hire a nanny for when we’re both busy.”

His eyes flicker with obvious surprise. “Really?”

“Seems only fair. Plus, I’d like to be hands on with my children. I didn’t have a good role model growing up, but I’d like to be one for my kids.”

He studies me, his expression difficult to read. “You’re not scared to be a father?”

I grimace and admit, “I’m terrified. But I want that someday. I want to be tomykids what my dad could never be for me.”

His gaze flickers. “Did your father really put cigarettes out on the back of your neck?”

My face warms. “Yes.”

“What an asshole,” Alessio hisses. “Why would he do that?”

“I think I was just there? My mom died giving birth to me. I’m sure he blamed me.” I sigh. “He was a violent, bitter man. I hated his guts, and I vowed never to be like him.” Trying to reassure him, I say, “If we move forward with the marriage, I’ll be a good alpha. I don’t know anything about being a father, but I’ll do my best.”

He squints. “If this is just a marriage of convenience, why bother?”

I frown. “Just because we’re not marrying for love doesn’t mean I can’t still be a good alpha to you.”

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