Page 4 of A Baby for the Beast
Before going inside, I grab my can of odor neutralizer from my bag and give myself a spray down. My sense of smell has been all kinds of weird since I got pregnant, so I can't smell myself very well. Based on how the beast fighting reacted, I was perfuming like crazy. I don't want Kyle to think I'm perfuming for him. Ew. No, thank you.
When I'm sufficiently covered in odor neutralizer, I tentatively open the locker room door just enough to call inside.
"Hello! I need to speak with Kyle Ward!"
There isn't any sound from inside, so I wonder if I've found the wrong locker room. Maybe there are a couple so that opposing fighters don't have to be near one another? I don't know how it all works.
Before I turn to walk down the other side of the hall to see if there's an elusive second locker room, I hear a locker closing and footsteps padding closer to me across the tiled floor. Kyle rounds a corner, looking just as deceptively handsome as he did when I invited him into my apartment to help me with my heat. Shaggy golden hair, chiseled jaw, and sexy as sin body. Why do alphas have to be so inherently hot?
I can tell by the look of confusion on his face that he has absolutely no idea who I am. Good, maybe it'll make this whole thing a hell of a lot easier.
"Can I help you?" he asks, his eyes a pretty shade of blue because he hasn't let his beast out. I'm not stupid enough to think he's any better than the beast that left me in my own agony.
"Yeah, you might not remember me, but you helped me through my last heat." I push the door open a little more, stepping inside. I don't think he'll hurt me. He might've done so by abandoning me, but I don't think he has it in him to harm me with his own hands.
I watch the mixture of confusion turn into abject horror at what he's done. Yeah, even if I wanted him in this kid's life, he was never going to step up. He shakes his head, already coming up with excuses or maybe telling himself I'm pulling a fast one on him. I don't want to hear anything from him, so I pull the paperwork from my purse and hold it out to him.
"I want full rights. I'd like you to give up your rights, and I'd prefer if we got them signed as soon as possible," I tell him.
He eyes me warily, his beast still nowhere to be seen. Good, I'm not trying to have this conversation with someone who only thinks with his dick. "What's in it for you?"
"Besides my daughter?" I ask, not believing this is the man who impregnated me. He probably doesn't even remember my name. "Nothing. I just wanted to ensure you wouldn't try to make things difficult for me if you ever found out."
"Why the fuck would I have found out?" he asks, a cruel laugh in his words as he turns away from me, his hands on his hips. "I forgot about you as soon as I left your apartment. Why the fuck did you track me down? You also got my account banned on Heat Helper. Did you know that?"
Hey, would you look at that? Something positive, besides my daughter, came out of this. I smile, knowing that support took my statement seriously when I sent feedback.
"They told me they weren't allowed to tell me the results of their investigations, but I'm glad things worked out."
He growls. It's not as menacing a sound as the beast growling at me in the ring, but it's enough to call me to heel. I tilt my head down, lowering my eyes. I don't bear my neck for him, won't ever bear my neck for him.
"I sign the papers, and then what?" he asks once he approves of my submission.
"You'll have to get them notarized and mail them to the address on the envelope. I've already paid for all of that. There's a stupid meeting we have to go to together to confirm that you don't want the child, and that I understand I'm taking sole guardianship of her. But that's all."
He takes the papers from me, looking them over like he'll magically find a notary right this second. He heads back further into the locker room, disappearing around a corner. He doesn't say anything to me, so I stay put, waiting for him to return, listening to him opening his locker.
Just as he closes the locker, there's a small commotion outside the locker room. And by that, I mean an alpha growling up a storm and that growl having a direct line to my abandoned pussy. It's just my luck that Kyle rounds the corner just as the beast from the ring enters the locker room. Something passes between the men without them having to say anything. I wish my nose wasn't so useless right now because I'm sure I could be smelling whatever has them worked up, too, but I'm lost.
At least I am until Kyle smirks and says, "First, you want my title. Now you want my sloppy seconds?"
God, he's such a douchebag.
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Lucas
"That was her," Remus tells Phil.
We've never been so sure of anything, and she was right there. We could've jumped from the ring and made our way over to her before the bell even rang. That would've meant forfeiting the match, something I have no problem doing, but we're meant to be keeping ourselves looking squeaky clean until the title match.
Kyle's been running his mouth since I accepted the fight, and in response, I've done nothing other than my job. The only reason I have Jace keep tabs on what he says is because I want to make sure he doesn't say anything about our omega.
"We'll find her after the match," Phil tells me, keeping a hard grip on my bicep in case I try to make a run for it. "End it this round, and you can go find her."
Remus is satisfied with that idea and just in time because the bell sounds, telling us the second round is about to begin. The beast we're fighting, Vulcan, is a good dude, so we're not about to beat him senselessly to get this over. Not unless he doesn't gives us another choice. We move toward the center to tap knuckles.
"Scented my omega," Remus tells him as best he can with the mouth guard in.
