Page 26 of A Baby for the Beast
I grab my cell out of my pocket and start going through my texts, sending my manager a thank-you text in response to him giving me the next week off while I figure all of this out.
My phone buzzes with an unknown number calling me, and I frown, looking at it. So far, no one has texted or called me from all this nonsense going on, but I know it's possible for people to get a phone number if they pry enough. I take a deep breath, telling myself I'm panicking prematurely. I slide my finger over the screen, answering the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hayley, this you?"
The only reason I recognize the voice on the other end is because of his stupid videos playing on the TVs at the bar all the time. My stomach twists, but I push through the discomfort, needing to know what he wants.
"What do you want, Kyle?" I try to keep my voice even, but it's difficult when this man is trying his hardest to make my life difficult.
"We need to talk about this whole giving up parental rights thing," he says, and all of my discomfort is lost to the pure rage that fills me at him thinking he can bring my daughter into this bullshit.
"We don't need to talk about anything," I snarl into the phone, fury lacing my words. They're louder than they should be, but I'm too upset to care that a few heads are snapping in my direction. "You do not want this child. You couldn't even remember my fucking name. You left me alone in the middle of my heat, and you lied about being sterilized. Sign over your parental rights, forget that you ever had a part in creating my daughter, or I will make you regret all of this. You want to fuck with me, fuck with Lucas, fine. But you do not get to bring my daughter into this."
"Okay, I think you need to calm down," Kyle says on the other end, but I swear I hear a hint of trepidation in his voice.
"I am eight months pregnant, do not tell me to fucking calm down, you asswipe," I hiss into the receiver, shooting a glare at the alpha nearest to me, who is very blatantly listening in to the conversation.
He holds his hands up, dropping his head and smiling slightly. I roll my eyes but return the smile, hoping to tell him I'm not upset with him.
"Just meet me somewhere so we can talk about this," Kyle says.
Before I can respond to him, Lucas is standing beside me, dripping with water, a towel wrapped around his hips. Someone must've gone to get him while he was in the middle of his shower, and wow, if they haven't just helped me bump watching him fight shirtless to number four.
"Can I talk to him?" Lucas asks, holding out his hand for my phone.
"Someone wants to talk to you, and just know whatever he says, I will do a thousand times worse to you, I swear," I spit into the phone before handing it over to Lucas with a cheery grin that doesn't match how I feel at all.
He gives me an impressed look, nudging my chin with his knuckles as he mouths "fierce omega."
His demeanor changes as soon as he lifts the phone to his ear. "Why are you talking to my omega?"
I can't hear Kyle on the other end, but I'd like to imagine him sputtering and not knowing what to say. I do try to wiggle closer, but Lucas is taller than I am, and I can't even get my ear close to the phone to try to listen in.
"No, our lawyers already set up a meeting with yours," Lucas says, keeping his tone even.
He's a lot better at keeping his cool than I am, but looking at his wet body and imagining everywhere he might still be wet is doing a lot to get my thoughts off murdering Kyle. Seeing him like this has me wondering why I'm putting off getting him into my nest. My gaze falls lower, head tilted to the side as I stare at where I'm assuming his nice and thick and–
Lucas grabs my chin and tilts my head up so my eyes are on his face. He shakes his head, smiling at me as he speaks with Kyle. "You were advised to go through legal channels only. Don't contact Hayley again."
Lucas doesn't wait for a response before hanging up the call and palming the phone.
"What am I going to do with you?" he asks, not at all put out that his shower was interrupted by yet again more drama that I've brought into his life.
"Well, based on how hot all of this has been," I say, letting my eyes track down his body as much as I can with how he still has a hold on my chin. "I'd say you could do whatever you wanted to me."
Remus comes out because, of course, he does. "You have such terrible timing, omega."
"Does that mean no quickie in the shower?" I say, wiggling my brows.
"Where's the vicious omega that was just here?"
I lean into him like I'm telling him a secret, "She likes submitting to her alpha."
Remus closes his eyes, and it's like I can see him warring with himself. There's a not insignificant part of him that wants to pin me down right here, not caring who all sees, and make me his. The part that's going to win out is the one that leaves us both a little edged, but that'll just make it better when we finally fuck.
"I need to shower," Remus says, swallowing hard as he steps away from me.
