Page 12 of A Baby for the Beast
What? Is she crying now? I thought she was irritated with me, but now she's crying, and I can't have her crying because of me. That's bad alpha behavior, and Remus and I are ready to be on our best behavior to prove to Hayley that she should let us be with her for the rest of her life and allow us the honor of raising her child with her because we want to.
Need to.
I check the distance to her apartment on my phone, and we're only two minutes away. Good, maybe I won't fuck this up even more somehow before we get there.
"I scent matched you, Hayley. I don't know why you'd think I'd lie about something like that–"
"Because I'm pregnant with your rival's baby!" she cries, and then she's sobbing for real.
Gone are the sniffles and the turned face. No, now she's bright red, tears streaking down her cheeks as she struggles to take full breaths. I try to purr, and fuck me, it sounds even worse comingfrom me, but Remus is tucked away in our mind, telling me I need to fix it because he just wants to fuck her into submission.
She cries too pretty.
That's fucked.
Okay, so I'm fucked up. Are you surprised?
"And your purr is so bad. Why do I always manage to pick such bad alphas?" Hayley's still crying, but her words slice through me like she's trying to wound, and she does a good job.
"My purr is bad because I've never used it before," I tell her, gritting my teeth as I try to soften the sound.
How do other alphas learn to do this? There's no way everyone except for Remus and me has an innate ability to do it well.
My admission only makes Hayley cry harder, which is even more confusing. I told her to make her feel better, not worse.
"See, who the fuck chooses an alpha who doesn't even purr for the omegas he's with? This is why I can't be trusted around beasts or alphas or any men. I end up pregnant, alone, and a weird pawn between the two of you."
My molars are aching by the time I pull into a parking space in Hayley's apartment complex. I put the car in park, unbuckle my seatbelt, and rush around the side of the car before she has a chance to make a run for it. Not that I couldn't chase her down. We'd enjoy chasing her down once she's not pregnant. I'd hate if she tripped and hurt herself or the baby. When I get to her door, she's still sitting in the passenger seat, arms crossed over her chest, resting on her belly as she cries. There's no more sobbing, which is good, but she's still distressed.
I open her door, crouching low so I can get into her space even though she's turning her head away from me. She's trying to make me think she doesn't want me when her body is putting off enough pheromones to call to me from blocks away. I grab her chin in a firm grip, making sure it's not hard enough to hurt her but enough for her to know I want her to do as I say. She scowlsas she lifts her eyes to mine, but I don't even have to growl to get her to submit, so she's doing this freely.
"I've never used my purr because I've never been with an omega. You can be trusted around whoever the fuck you want because if anyone tries to do anything to you from here on out, they'll answer to me. And you're not a pawn to me. Pregnant? Yes. Alone? Not anymore. A pawn? Never."
She lifts a hand to try to brush away her tears, but Remus is grumbling about how pretty she looks with them tracking down her cheeks, and maybe I'm a little fucked up too because I agree with him and shoo her hands away, letting those tears run their pretty little rivers down her face.
"Oh, I'm so fucked up," she whispers more to herself than to me, though her eyes never leave mine. I want to ask her why she thinks she's fucked up so we can compare notes, but I think I get my answer with her next question. "Do you want to come upstairs?"
"Yes," Remus says, taking control of our body without a fight from me. We won't do anything tonight. At least, we don't have any plans to do anything tonight, even though we've been waiting months to get to this point where our sweet little omega is asking us to be with her.
Remus helps her out of the car, earning another round of sobs that have our cock aching and his fists clenching to keep from tugging her close against us and rubbing ourselves all over her.
"Sorry, it's the stupid hormones," Hayley says, mistaking us being way too into it as being turned off by all of the crying.
Before we get a chance to explain ourselves, she keeps talking, which is probably for the best because she's going to think we're a bad alpha if we like our omega crying. How were we supposed to know that's something we'd like? We haven't liked it until just now.
"I was thinking earlier about how I was going to get stuck in my car at some point, and no one would be around to help me get out."
Remus growls, and she ducks her head in a sweet, submissive way. He's too strong and needs to be tucked back inside me when we enter the apartment complex, or there's a chance he has other people submitting. He likes the idea of that, though, of everyone who might be up right now knowing that Hayley is protected by him. So he stays out, much to my annoyance.
"I'll always be there to help you," he says, trying not to sound angry after Hayley's comment about him sounding like an angry beast. He is, but he won't be with her. He is demanding and rough, yes, but not angry.
Hayley peeks up at him through her lashes, tucking her long, dark hair behind her ear and uncovering the pretty, unmarked slope of her neck. Remus tightens our fists again as he tries to purr.
Hayley isn't upset by how bad it sounds this time. No, she shifts her body until she's bumping us with her hip, contact that Remus takes as permission to wrap an arm around her waist and tug her close to us. His fingers splay around her, touching the swell of her stomach reverently as he purrs harder.
"I'm on the second floor," she tells us as we enter the building. The completely empty building without even a lock on the front door. She types a code into the elevator before choosing her floor, but still, that's not enough security for us to be happy about.
Remus keeps his hands on her as he scans the whole area and then makes a mental note of the make and model of the elevator so we can look up if they have built-in cameras. We're not even sneaky with our snooping because as soon as the elevator doors open, we step in front of Hayley, checking to make sure no oneis in the hallway before wrapping our arm around her again and letting her lead.
