Pierce. The alpha who rescued me. My car. This house.
Charles is dead.
Jolting upright, I look around the space. I am in a nest.
“Omega, look at me,” Wren barks.
Jolting to him, I do as he demands.
Pierce snarls next to me; he sits up, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and tugging me to him protectively. “Stop treating her like that.” There is a double-edged meaning to Pierce’s words as he throws them at Wren.
Wren is standing in the doorway of this nest. His arms folded across his chest as he stares down at me. His bright eyes are nearly iridescent as he mulls me over.
I feel as if I am being examined under a magnifying glass, and I don’t think he likes what he finds.
“Are you going into heat?” he finally asks levelly, watching my reaction.
At this point, there’s no point hiding why I am here. It is clear this man thinks I have an ulterior motive.
And I do, but it’s not the one he expects.
“No—I’m pre—” The familiar pain hits me in the abdomen and I grunt, falling further into Pierce for support. Forceful desire shoots out all across my nerves.
This isn’t possible. I’m pregnant.
But this isexactlyhow my last heat began.
I run back through what could be causing this. Before I left, I washed in scent-blockers, and then when I arrived, I swallowed down a heat-suppressant.
Neither of which should cause this.
The doctor said the heat-suppressant should keep my urges at bay, but what if I was reacting poorly and it’s doing the opposite?
I must remain silent for too long because Wren clears his throat.
“Your pack sent you here when you were this close to your heat? Is this some sick joke or was that their ploy?” Wren growls at me, raising his hands up.
This time I cannot hold back my reaction. Instinctively, my legs come up and I wrap an arm around them as I cower against Pierce’s side.
I am embarrassed by my actions, and even worse, it only seems to further agitate Wren, because the next thing I know he is spinning and slamming the door shut.
Jumping at the noise, I burrow even further into Pierce until I am practically inside of his shirt. His floral and citrussy scent are the only comfort. The only reason I don’t have a complete meltdown as, once more, my designation controls my reactions.
I don’t have any choice but to continue using him for strength as the pain stabs away at me.
Instinctually, I know exactly what this is.
But I still cannot understand how.
How can I be both pregnant and in the early stages of my heat?
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Wren
Wren stands in the hallway with his hands on his knees as he does all he can to control his urges. To convince himself there isn’t a helpless omega on the other side of the door. That he doesn’t need to run in there and beg on his knees for her forgiveness.
She’s a Rossi.
