Page 57 of Omega in Hiding

“Yes. If it’s true.” I rub my face, trying to control the surge of excitement the idea of being pregnant gives me. It’ll be disaster if I’m pregnant, but simultaneously, a dream come true. And he’s right. Being a single, pregnant omega is a huge challenge. There’s a lot of prejudice and judgement in our alpha omega society toward single omegas who are with child. “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

He smiles, but there are lines of strain on his face. I’m sure he’s also overwhelmed by what is happening. He just wanted a date, and now he’s embroiled in something he doesn’t begin to understand. “Once we get the results from the second blood test, we’ll know what direction to head in.”

“Okay.” I meet his gaze. “Thank you for being kind to me. I’m sure you’re confused as hell right now.”

He smiles weakly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more confused.”

“I know.” I force myself to say, “If… if I am pregnant, I still might lose the baby. Those doctors warned me flat out that the baby would definitely self-abort. They said I’d never be able to carry to term.”

“Well, if you’re with child now, then they were wrong about that. It’s entirely possible they’re wrong about everything.” He moves past me and grabs the test results off the coffee table where he set them. “I’m going to head back to the clinic to order a new test for you.”

“Oh. Right now?” I feel nervous at the thought of being alone with my thoughts.

“It think it’s best if I go in person.” He folds the manila envelope and pushes it into his pocket. “I could call and order another test, but if I go to the lab, I can pressure them to get the results quicker.”

“I see.”

He studies me. “I don’t want you worrying for too long. We should have the results first thing in the morning, okay? Do you mind if I bring the results by in person tomorrow morning?”

“I don’t mind at all. I’d like you to be here with me, Sully.”

He smiles, looking pleased. “Excellent. Then that’s what I’ll do.” He moves to the door. “You should pour that wine in your glass down the drain, just in case.”

“I will.”

I follow him and when he opens it and steps out onto the porch, I step out too. I feel so grateful to him for his kindness. I’ve felt so alone the last month, but Sully helps me feel less hopeless. Overcome with grateful emotions, I put my arms around his waist and hug him. “I’m so grateful I met you, Sully,” I whisper. “You’ve been very kind.”

I can feel his surprise that I hugged him, but then he hugs me back, resting his chin on the top of my head. “I’m glad I’m able to comfort you, Connor.”

I lift my head and we stare at each other. I know he wants to kiss me. I can see it in his brown eyes. But he’s too polite to force himself on me. Gratitude surges inside of me, and I push up on my toes and press my mouth to his. My kiss is a thank you, not a promise of anything else.

I can tell he’s surprised, but he kisses me back. However, it’s a respectful kiss. There’s no tongue, and he doesn’t try and deepen the kiss. His mouth is warm, but I feel no lust. No stirring in my groin. It’s the complete opposite of what I felt the first time I kissed Paolo. But still, it makes me happy and comforted to have such a nice alpha watching out for me. I truly believe that Sully has only good intentions toward me.

I end the kiss and smile up at him. “Thanks again for your compassion, Sully.”

“My pleasure.” He laughs gruffly, and then turns to head down the stairs at the end of the long hallway.

I watch him until he’s out of sight and then I go inside. I’m still in shock about the possibility of being pregnant. I probably won’t be able to sleep tonight. My mind is swirling with fear, but also possibilities. Logically, I know better than to get my hopes up. Being pregnant would be a miracle and a curse.

I touch my stomach, and my heart aches. I long to have a child, but I also know if I am pregnant, the road ahead will be very difficult. If this baby actually exists, it’ll be a never ending, painful reminder of the alpha I loved and lost.

Chapter Fourteen

Paolo

I’m numb as I watch the red-haired alpha drive away. Watching Connor kiss that other alpha is probably the worst moment of my life. It’s ten times more painful because Connor initiated the kiss. I grip the steering wheel, shivering as the chill of the night sinks into me.

I’ve been such a fool. I chased after Connor like a lovesick idiot, and now I have to face the fact that he never felt the same toward me. The warm smiles and kisses, they meant nothing. The allowing me to knot him, it meant nothing. None of the time I spent with Connor meant a damn thing.

Part of me wants to confront him. But what would be the point? Am I truly so pathetic I’d let him see how much he hurt me? Have I no pride? He’s obviously moved on and I need to do the same.

But, despite my anger and pain, I don’t drive away. I can’t seem to do it. I sit in my car staring at the balcony above where I saw Connor kiss that other alpha. The image is burned on my retina. I’ve never had my heart broken before. This is a new and agonizing sensation.

If I had a shred of self-worth, I’d go home. But my pride seems to have deserted me. I sit in my car all night, staring like a stalker at the balcony. I’m chilled to the bone and exhausted by the time the sky morphs into a soft pink and purple. I need to use the bathroom and I need coffee, but I can’t seem to force myself to leave.

Once the sun is fully up, my bladder will be ignored no longer. I drive away to find a coffee shop. There’s one not far away called The Bean Shop. It’s a small space, and as I enter a buzzer sounds somewhere in the shop. A young female omega comes out of the back.

“Good morning, what can I get you?” She smiles and wipes her hands on her red apron.

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