Page 3 of A Baby for the Beast
"Don't want to fight him," I say, tossing the phone to Jace this time so he can either catch it and take it or let it fall to the ground. He chooses the former.
"A shot at the title might be good for you," Phil says, looking at me like he knows just how little I want to associate with Kyle, even if it just to kick his ass.
"You know what, fuck it. Fuck this stupid fight, and fuck Remus. If he's a real man, he'll fight me for the title, a real fight when I'm actually ready. But tonight, I'm going out to find a couple of someones to fill my bed. The sweet thing from thismorning was too needy, so I think I need a couple of ladies eager to…"
Phil swipes the phone out of Jace's hands and turns it off. "Everyone is just blasting their business on the internet these days."
I chew on the inside of my cheek, furious over how Kyle talked about our omega. The omega he's meant to be soothing and watching over while she goes through her heat, something that can be painful without an alpha there to help her through it. My stomach twists in vile knots, and my thoughts are too scattered to figure out what I want. Unlike me, Remus has made up his mind.
"Tell him we'll fight him."
2
Hayley
Present Day
Iam a walking PSA and after-school special of what not to be. An omega, seven months pregnant, and having to wade through a crowd at some stupid fight to get to the locker room so I can, maybe, finally confront the useless piece of shit that was supposed to help me through my heat seven months ago. He hit it for just long enough to get me pregnant and then left me to the absolute horror that is a heat, unaccompanied, for the next two days.
You can bet your ass I reported him on the Heat Help app, which I had downloaded the day before my heat, after realizing I'd waited too long to do something about it. I should've gone to the heat clinic only a block from my house. I told myself I'd visit it the next time I had my heat, but when I went online to schedule an appointment, they no longer had a beast available.
That should've been the first red flag of my inability to choose good men. What omega, in her right mind, only gets with beasts? Well, me apparently.
I'm sure there are plenty of others, but they probably aren't stupid enough to trust that the idiot who came to help them through their heat was sterilized like he said he was. Every other beast I've been with has been because they were at least normal fucking human beings who didn't lie about birth control.
I won't lie. I thought about getting rid of the pregnancy when I found out I was going to have a baby. I have a good enough job, even if it isn't the most prestigious, and a strong support system of friends. But I always thought I wanted to do this with an alpha of my own, one who would claim me and want to raise a family with me.
Again, my red flags are showing because how was I ever going to be with an alpha who could have a family with me if I only ever got with beasts who, for the most part, are always sterilized?
Anyway, I had a long talk with my mom about my concerns about why I wanted to keep the baby and why I didn't, and I decided I wanted to do it. I want a family, and if it's just me and this cute little girl in my belly, then so be it. We're going to make it work as soon as I can get this knuckle fuck piece of shit to sign away all of his parental rights. I doubt he wants anything to do with having a child, but I want it in writing that he's not going to take my daughter from me.
I get bumped into by some idiot who spills his beer on my top. At least he looks regretful when he turns to tell me to watchmyself, his eyes finding the swell of my belly and his cheeks turning pink as he apologizes. I wave him off, more concerned with getting to the locker rooms than dealing with half-drunk idiots.
I didn't know the identity of the alpha who impregnated me besides the initial he used as his name on the Heat Help app and the fact that he said something about being a fighter. It didn't take much digging to find out I let an absolute douchebag blow his load in me about four times before he vanished. His whole life is on social media, like everything, including some icky things he said about me, thankfully, never mentioning my name.
Once I discovered who he was, I tracked down the next time he'd be close to the city. A two-hour car drive was further than I wanted, but it was the closest he would be until some title fight he's supposed to be in later this year, around when my daughter is going to be born.
I get too close to the ring, too close to fighting beasts for my own good. My red flags are blowing in the wind because there's just something so fucking hot about a beast fighting another beast. The only thing that could make it hotter is if one of them found me afterward and had his wicked way with me.
This pregnancy has me too horny for my own good, especially surrounded by so many alphas, all hyped up with the energy of the fight happening. None of them will proposition me, even if they smell my aroused hormones. My toys have been getting a workout because alphas don't want anything to do with an omega carrying another alpha's young, at least none I can find. I'll even settle for not a beast at this point, just to get a little knot action that can hopefully hold me over until I give birth.
A bell rings, signaling the end of the round, and I should keep moving, should find my way to the back of the room where I was told the locker rooms are because I need to corner this asshole before he goes up for his fight or leaves for the night.
Instead, I'm stuck ogling a shirtless, muscled back with a thin sheen of sweat across it. It's all I can see of the beast because his back is to me, his trainer saying something to him on the other side. He rolls his shoulders, and I trace a bead of sweat down the divot of his spine, wishing I was close enough to lick it off him. He lifts his head to the side, revealing dark, cropped hair and a jawline I want to kiss. That jaw clenches hard, nostrils flaring before he snaps his head in my direction.
Bright golden eyes, intent and focused solely on me. My eyes go wide. I must be perfuming so bad if he can scent me from the ring. Oh, and I'm probably fucking with his fight. I turn to scurry away, but am met with the low rumble of his growl.
If others around me thought I was taken before, they're going to believe it's to this beast with how he's staking a claim on me. From where he's at, I don't think he can see that I'm very clearly pregnant, and I don't want him finding out either.
Being the object of someone's desire, even if just for a second, is something I haven't felt in months. So I shoot him a wink, knowing full well I could be fucking with his fight. He blushes, and for some reason, out of all the outcomes I was expecting, that was not even close to anything I thought he'd do.
When he starts acting like he's about to duck between the ropes of the ring, his trainer blocks his way, even though he's ducking his head as the growl rumbles even harder. Okay, I need to get out of here before I make a beast cause a scene. I'm sure the crowd would love it, but that's not what I'm here for.
I stay put where I am until the beast finally relents on trying to leave his fight. He turns around just as the bell rings again. When I'm certain he's too preoccupied with fighting to care about me running away, I make a quick beeline for the double doors at the back of the space, where I was told the locker rooms are.
Maybe if I'm lucky, I can get asshole beast extraordinaire to take the paperwork to drop parental rights and then find the hottie from the ring to see if he's interested in giving me his knot. Hopefully, the pregnancy doesn't turn him off as soon as he sees it, though I'm not getting my hopes up. So far, it's been a deal-breaker for everyone else.
Once I'm through the double doors and they click shut behind me, the volume of the crowd is gone, replaced with a dull version of the same sounds. I take a deep breath, heading toward where I'm guessing the locker room might be. I don't have to wonder for long because another set of double doors comes into view, 'Locker Room' titled above it in big block letters.
