Page 17 of Omega's Secret Baby
I watched him walk out, then looked back to my paperwork and sighed. The boring side of running a business wasn’t going to take care of itself.
Maybe I’d be able to get Jordan out of my head once my heat had passed.
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~The Following Friday~
I stared up at my bedroom ceiling as a growing sense of dread settled over me.
My heat was late. While it was only a couple days, I was never late. My heat tracker indicated that I should have gone into heat on Wednesday or earlier, but… nothing.
Worse was that aside from heat brain there were no other signs of impending heat. No increased slick, no ovulation cramps, not even an increase in scrolling for thirst traps on social media.
In fact, the only thing that seemed to get me going was thoughts of Jordan—the last man I’d been with.
I’d never believed the old omega’s tale that some omegas only wanted the sire of their child when pregnant, but my cock barely twitched unless I was thinking about how good being with Jordan had been.
And the more I thought about it, the more the unease spread.
I’d been so careful before him. I’d always asked the alpha to put on a condom, and I was downright obsessive about taking my birth control. But I’d lapsed on the pill several days leading to the wedding—a fact which I’d only realized afterwards—and I’d not asked him to wear a rubber when I begged him to fuck me.
I knew what I had to do, but I didn’t want to do it. It would make everything all too real.
I looked over at the clock on my nightstand. It was just past six in the morning. Then I grabbed my phone and looked up the hours for the nearest chain pharmacy.
I had an hour before they would open.
I sighed, climbed out of bed, then got into the shower. I prayed for any inkling of heat as the water coursed over me. I wished for slick as I dried and got dressed. I hoped that some hot alpha shopper would catch my eye even as I reached for a pregnancy test.
Unfortunately, none of that happened, and I returned to my apartment at half past seven with the test in hand, and a box of either celebratory or consolation donuts, depending on the results.
The five minutes spent waiting for the results were the longest of my life.
I sunk to the bathroom floor in tears as I read the results.
I was pregnant, and Jordan was the only possible father.
