Beta is scared.
For Auryn and for himself.
I swap out one more tube of blood, fighting to keep my hands still. Auryn stares at me with warm, misty eyes.
She looks at me like she wants to devour me, and she perfumes for me. Heavily. My dick twitches, responding to this new scent with renewed interest.
I like how she smells right now, how she’s looking at me.
Fuck, now I’m hard, and now is really not the time.
I work on finishing up, placing the cotton ball on her arm. I tell her to hold it, my voice betraying no hint of how anxious I actually am. I can’t freak out yet. I need evidence. I need facts. I need science right now. Once I know that I’m not spiraling, and I have the results in front of me, I’ll know for sure.
I’ve tested her for pregnancy with every blood test, and the tests always come back negative. She’s a hybrid. It’s very possible her alpha DNA will present stronger than the omega genes, and she may have difficulty conceiving.
She might not be able to conceive at all. There’s no way to know because there’s no record of anything like this—a hybrid alpha omega—let alone a hybrid bonding and mating with multiple alphas.
And a beta.
Fuck.
“Are you okay?” she asks as she hops down from the chair once I’ve bandaged her.
I run a hand through my hair, working hard to keep myself even. “Of course,” I lie. I hate lying to her, but I know I can’t reveal my concerns until I have something to be legitimately concerned about.
Am I worried my alpha is pregnant? Maybe.
Am I worriedIgot my alpha pregnant? That question makes my chest tighten, and the fact I can’t say no makes my breath come in faster.
Do I want to get Auryn pregnant?
Auryn takes a step closer, the deepest purr emanating from her chest as the lavender perfume fills the room. I’m faintly aware my dick is wet with precum, and I hate that I can’t control the way my body is responding right now.
“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs with a grin. She pulls me against her, which isn’t much considering I’ve got a good seven inches on her, but the feel of her rumbling chest against me settles everything.
“Better?” she asks, her voice low and husky.
Her blood samples sit on the counter calling me. I glance at them. Knowing just what lies in her blood, what could lie in that blood, makes me feel anxious.
“Uh huh,” I say, forcing a smile. I can’t let her see me crumble like this. Not until I know for sure there’s something to crumble about. “I just…have a lot of work to do,” I tell her.
She regards me with a sly grin, and for a moment I think she’s going to press me but she doesn’t. Instead, she steps away and gives me the brightest smile.
“I’m going to head to the gym,” she says. “Get some shooting in before I blow Sneed’s fucking head off tonight.”
I nod. “Good idea.”
She smiles as she turns and leaves me to my own devices, and only once she leaves do I let out a breath.
“Fuck,” I mutter aloud to myself as I hurry up and get the blood samples separated. I toss two into the spinner, and ready the third tube just as I have these last few weeks.
My heart is in my throat as I prepare the sample and wait.
The waiting feels like it takes forever, and I guess it sort of does, because as I meddle about checking the first two tubes, I realize it’s damn near four o’clock when Gage raps on my office door.
But I can’t move from where I sit, pouring into the microscope, my blood frozen. I can’t tear my eyes away from her blood, the final printout beside me, calling my name to look at it once more.
I’ve looked at it one hundred times since it came out of the printer, expecting to see something other than what is written, clear as day.
