Page 72 of Omega's Vengeance

“Talk to me, Dario.” I frown. “Why did you change? You were so different before the accident.”

He crosses his arms, and his bicep muscles flex. I’m sure he has no idea how sexy he looks, standing there half naked, scowling at me. There’s confusion in his dark eyes, and a little line between his brows. After a few moments of watching me, he says quietly,” I heard you with Carlo.”

I frown. “What did you hear?”

He lifts his chin. “I got the distinct impression you’re pissed off that I’m stillalive.”

“What?” I try to remember the things I said when I was talking to Carlo, but it’s a blur. “When did I say that?”

“In the hospital.” He leans toward me, suspicion glimmering in his brown eyes. “Even after all we’ve been through. Are you just waiting for the right moment, Alessio? Do you still want your revenge?”

Mixed in with his distrust I also see hurt. That emotion makes my stomach ache and it softens me. He’s my alpha and he doesn’t trust me. That’s not how it should be. He should trust me the most out of anyone else in the world.

“I don’t want revenge anymore,” I say quietly. “I haven’t for a while now.”

“That’s not what you implied to Carlo.”

I narrow my eyes. “Dario, I don’t remember half of what I said to Carlo. I thought I was going to die. I was just saying shit, hoping to stall him.” I sigh. “I don’t want you dead.”

His face twitches, but his expression is still dark and brooding.

“I promise.” I frown. “If you think I want you dead, why are you here right now?”

“You’re mine.” He drops his gaze. “It’s difficult to stay away.”

I sigh. “I don’t want to hurt you, Dario. It would kill me if something happened to you.”

He looks up. “Perhaps you’re just saying that.”

“I could lie to you. But I’m not lying.”

Should I tell him about the baby?

Will that soften him? Or will the news of my pregnancy make him even more uptight? He needs to know either way. There’s the small chance that knowing about the pregnancy will calm him. Make him trust me again. Maybe. It’s worth a shot.

“I have something I need to tell you,” I say.

He blinks at me. “Okay.”

“Hopefully, you’ll be happy,” I murmur. “But you may not be.”

“Are you going to tell me or shall I guess?”

I laugh nervously. “No, I’ll tell you.” I clear my throat. “I… uh… I’m pregnant.”

He goes very still. “What did you say?”

“I said what you think I said.”

He moves to the end of the bed, eyes pinned on my stomach. “You’re… you’re with child?” he asks quietly. “My child?”

I give a nod. “I found out while in the hospital.” I exhale a shaky breath. “Are you shocked?”

“I guess we knew that could happen.” He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding my gaze. “This complicates everything.”

“Why?” I wrinkle my brow.

“Because.”

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