As a male omega, it isn’t exactly uncommon for alphas or packs to become part-time sugar daddies, paying me to spend a few weeks with them, letting them use me for their fantasies with zero strings attached.
But never has anyone offeredall that. Over a million dollars, all expenses paid…and the possibility of a child by the end.
What would happen if they tried and tried, and I couldn’t get pregnant? Have they been checked for fertility? Because I sure as hell haven’t. Until this very moment, I’ve never given it much thought. I’m barely twenty-three, as in I turned twenty-threesix days ago. Why the hell would fatherhood even be on my radar?
Another question – how long do they actually want to try to conceive with me? Is this a one cycle and done kind of deal? Do they believe – or at least hope – that their little swimmers will find their way to the magic egg on our first try?
Rather than drive myself crazy with questions, I send a reply requesting a sit-down to go over the missing details.
And smile when my phone rings within seconds of hitting send.
“Hello?”
“Hudson?”
“Yeah.”
“This is Mason, pack lead of Pack Anders. You name the time and place and we’ll be there.”
His excitement has a smile blooming on my face.
And his voice? It does other things entirely.
CHAPTER 2
Mason
Hudson agreed to come over to talk. We’re hoping the house – and the omega quarters – will help seal the deal.
Alex and Desmond make another sweep, checking every room, fluffing pillows, stocking snacks.
Our nerves are on edge.
He’s not the first omega we’ve approached, but the first to actually say yes to a meeting. He said he has a few questions and thought it best if we all meet in person to ensure that at least our scents are compatible before we let it go any further.
While my mates check, double check, and triple check everything, I pace the length of the living room, the hallway, to the foyer, then back. Every lap past a window, I look for an approaching vehicle.
I already gave the guard a heads up that we’re expecting company and included the make and model of the vehicle. A 2010 Honda Accord.
If – hopefullywhen– he accepts our deal, first thing we’ll change is the car. Anyone who could end up carrying our future child needs to be in a safe and reliable vehicle.
All three of us showered and made sure the nest is devoid of the scent of any member of our staff. We want the house to smell of us only, to make sure Hudson’s omega instincts don’t think we’re entertaining others in the area that’s designated solely for him.
For us.
At least for us if he chooses to spend his heat with our pack.
Alex and Desmond agree with me and hope Hudson will agree to stay with us through the duration of trying to conceive and through the pregnancy. It’d be easier to dote on him and protect him if he’s under our roof.
I’m getting ahead of myself. Hudson has questions and we have to make sure to put him at ease and get him to trust us.
By the fiftieth pass through the house, my eyes catch on a flash of silver as the Honda enters the open gate and slowly makes its way toward the house.
I know I should wait until he parks and comes to the door, but I’m too fucking impatient. I need to meet him face to face, catch his scent, and hope mine appeals to him.
The door smacks the wall as I throw it open and barely restrain myself from sprinting down the stairs and to his vehicle.
His smile is a little shaky and unsure as he steps out of his sedan and swings the door shut.
