Page 27 of Omega's Secret Baby
I sighed. Bars and clubs held nothing of interest to me any longer. Every time I’d been approached by a good-looking man, my thoughts immediately went to Theo. Even now, months later, my alpha side insisted that he was my mate and it wanted no other.
The one time I’d tried to move on had resulted in lackluster sex that was unsatisfying for both me and the poor omega I’d been with.
I picked up my tablet and started scrolling social media, hoping for a glimpse of Theo.
I wasn’t willing to stoop to stalking his profiles, but a small thrill always went through me when I spotted his face on Wes’s or Cody’s pages.
I’d only been scrolling for a few minutes when I spotted what I’d been looking for: a photo of Theo and Cody together. They were in swim trunks and reclining on chaises by the indoor pool in the sun room, with what looked like identical mocktails on a table between them.
Wes had captioned the photo something about them being unable to wait until summer, and I was happy for it. It meant I got to enjoy the sight of Theo’s gorgeous body.
I drank it in: the smooth curve of his jaw and the neck that I wanted to dot with love bites. His slender but toned chest to his…
I froze when my eyes traced to his stomach. I dreamed of the smooth plane of his middle almost every night, and how the muscles—toned from years of lifeguarding—had felt under my hand.
Now there was a softness to it. Part of me could understand it, it was his off-season after all. But he hadn’t changed anywhere else. It was just a slight rounding of his middle, so subtle that I doubted anybody else noticed.
I wondered if it was normal for him, then my gaze shifted to Cody, only about a month from giving birth.
Realization hit me like a brick, and I was nauseous from it. Theo was pregnant, and odds were good that the baby was mine.
I stood and started pacing my living room.
Was it possible the baby wasn’t mine? Maybe, but I knew in my gut that it was. I hadn’t used a condom that night, something I’d only recalled later. He was barely showing, which meant that he got pregnant right around the time of the wedding. The timing fit.
Wes probably hadn’t noticed since Theo was next to Cody, who was almost ready to pop. But now that I’d seen it, I couldn’t unsee it.
I wanted to cry, and scream; rush to my omega and demand to know why he hadn’t told me, beg him to tell me what I needed to do to be a part of his life.
Joy warred with anger. I was going to be a father, but Theo had hidden that fact from me. He had to know. He had to have missed a heat since then, unless he’d had it only days before the wedding.
Even if he wasn’t sure, why hadn’t he mentioned it at New Year’s? Wasn’t it considered polite to at least warn a man that he might be a father?
I thought back to all the times he could have pulled me aside for a chat, even if that was all he wanted to talk about. Hell, he could have done so before anybody else arrived, like when I’d seen him and Cody in the nursery.
I froze, remembering the look they’d exchanged and how Theo had shaken his head before walking out. Not only did Theo know, but Cody did as well. That interaction had been Theo’s way of telling his friend that I hadn’t been informed.
White hot rage flooded through me. The man I wanted as my mate, was hiding my own baby from me.
“Owen!” I yelled.
He appeared only seconds later. “Yes?”
“Get me on a plane to Harris Cove. I want to leave in an hour.”
He nodded. “Flight leaves in an hour, or you depart the house in an hour?”
“Flight.”
“I’ll make the arrangements.”
“Thank you,” I said.
It was time to get some answers.
∞∞∞
“Good evening Mr. Andrews,” said Wes’s house manager as he opened the door. “I wasn’t aware that we were expecting you.”
