Page 3 of I Replaced His Husband
Again—why did I agree to this? Yes, Adam was a good friend. And when his voice broke on the phone, talking about Kay’s grief, I genuinely wanted to help. But now, standing here? Doubts flooded in.
The most perturbing part wasn’t even the risk to Kay’s health. It was the unspoken, but widely known, fact that pregnant omegas, especially those widowed or abruptly abandoned, often went through heightened arousal, almost like a heat. Three times a day, their bodies would surge with need. Their skin would become hypersensitive, their cravings intense. Some scientists believed it was nature’s way of encouraging bonding with a new alpha to protect and care for the child. Some even called it aquasi-heat.
When Kay’s husband died in an accident two months ago, his beta brothers stepped in. They took him out of Maurice's empty house and tried to comfort him in his grief, shielding him from his devastated in-laws. They did their best, but they couldn’t soothe his body’s desires. Kay had been suffering. The urges came with fierceness, with intensity, and they left him in pain, cramping, and crying. He mostly used dildos, but apparently it didn’t really help.
Pregnant omegas in similar situations often miscarry, so the doctor was getting worried. Kay’s in-laws wouldn’t stop calling, stressing, and demanding constant updates, insisting that he move in with them.
The brothers didn’t make this decision lightly. Kay had cried in bed for weeks before Adam finally reached out to me.
His call literally came out of nowhere because we had drifted apart after college.
My husband, Brian, whom I married in senior year, had a falling out with Adam, and neither of them ever wanted to patch things up. That left me in an awkward spot. After the divorce,Adam and I tried to reconnect, but I was too deep in depression to really engage.
Adam was relieved to hear that after Brian left, I had started using one of the strongest pheromone suppressants. That was exactly what Kay needed. He didn’t want to deal with mateship, genetic compatibility, Allure scent, or anything like that. He just needed a physically present alpha, warm skin, a hard body against him, in him, the scent of alpha sweat thick with pheromones that he could breathe in. Someone whose energy could help keep his baby safe.
Back in college, I never met Kay. He was already with Maurice by then and living in another state. He went to a different school. This would be our first meeting… and it was supposed to start with sex.
Both brothers were watching me closely. They saw how uneasy I was. I’m sure they didn’t want to hurry me, but I’d given them my word. Backing out now would’ve been cruel.
Adam finally asked, "So, are you ready, Rain?"
Swaying my head from side to side, I rolled my neck until a few cracks sounded, then straightened up.
Well, I was here to help. That was the plan. And I was a young, healthy man, after all. Despite the depression, my body still had desires, and part of me, the part that didn’t bother with conscience or moral dilemmas, was hoping for some good fucking. It had been nearly a year since my divorce, and I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t interested. Adam had shown me carefully picked photos of Kay, rightly suspecting that for a virile alpha with a good libido, seeing Kay’s undeniable sex appeal would certainly stir something. Something primitive, primal.
I won’t lie. It did.
"Yeah. Let’s do it."
And off we went.
Marco led the way upstairs, opened the door to Kay’s room, and we stepped inside.
The young omega was lying on a large bed in the middle of the room, surrounded by a messy, disheveled nest.
Then, just like that, something shifted.
The moment I entered his space, it was like being yanked out of my world and dropped into another.
One that was dreamy, surreal, and full of temptation. My eyes locked on him and didn’t budge.
He was wearing a pale blue button-up made of soft cotton and white sweatpants. He wasn’t covered. His socked feet rested on the edge of the nest. The twenty-three-year-old was lying flat, staring at the ceiling, until he heard us enter. Then, slowly, he turned his head, skipped over Adam and Marco, and locked eyes with me.
I swallowed hard. Damn.
That mix of nerves and awe was like swimming in rough surf, dangerous, but weirdly thrilling.
The pictures hadn’t prepared me fully.
Kay was even more breathtaking in person.
A long black braid lay across the pillow. His face was pale and fine-boned, with full lips like ripe raspberries and a straight, graceful nose. Those huge, navy eyes looked almost black from here, framed by lashes longer than I’d ever seen on a man.
He looked like a deity, too beautiful to touch.
His brothers were very handsome, sure, but he was something else. That kind of beauty didn’t happen often. It made everything feel even more surreal, like I’d stepped into a fantasy novel.
A lonely prince, waiting to be rescued.
