Omega’s Home

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Ethan

“You’re pregnant.” That’s something I never thought I would hear being said to me, being a guy and all. Though maybe “You and your husband are having a baby” is even crazier, since, until last night, I had no interest in any man, ever.

Max guides me to the couch, his face set with lines, even deeper than they were this morning when he found me puking in the bathroom. I must look really bad, or he wouldn’t look like that, I think.

Right now, I’m not sure about anything, anyone. Max pulls a blanket around me, tucking it in tight and then he sits next to me.

We sit in silence, both with our own thoughts, both too stunned to react to what just happened.

“How did this happen?” I finally get my mouth to work.

Max shrugs. “I have no clue. I didn’t even know this was possible. You’re a guy, bio male. Pretty sure biology says you can’t get pregnant.”

“So, what is this then? A fluke? A joke?” It must be, whoever was calling Max must have been joking. There is no other option. That is the only option. I stand up, throwing the blanket to the side. “It has to be. It has to be a joke. Someone is messing with our heads.”

Max nods, but I can see in his eyes that he doesn’t believe it. Fuck.

“Say something. Tell me this is a joke.” I turn to him, nearly begging.

“I wish I could. I have no clue if my mum was joking. She didn’t sound like it.” He looks up. “She asked me if you had gotten ill. Like… she already knew the answer to that.”

“No, no, no, no.” I grab my bag, pushing my suit into it as best as I can and I get to the door. “I can’t do this. I’m going to sign out and then go home. I’m going to sit on the couch with a bucket and get over this food poisoning on my own. I’m not getting involved.”

“Ethan…” I hear Max get up, but I’m already through the door, towards the elevator.

The woman from last night, Alexia, is getting off it right as I slip onto it.

“Ethan.” She turns around, trying to catch me but I already push for the doors to close. “Wait.”

I shake my head. Nope, no chance of that, not now. I need to get out of here, I need to get away.

Her eyes are on me and then she looks to the side quickly. Max is probably close.

I’m lucky that the next elevator is not there right now and is located on the other side of the hallway. Anything to get away from here right now. Away from them and their crazy.

***

“Good morning.” The man behind the table smiles but then frowns. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just a hangover.” I reach out for the papers on the table. “Where do I sign?”

He points at the bottom of the list. “Your name, the name of the Alpha you were with and your signature.”

Okay, calm down. “I only have a first name for him. Max.” Just speaking his name brings my heart back up to speed.

“Maxwell Powell. Impressive.”

My hand freezes. Powell. “CEO of Powell Software Corp?”

“Yeah.” The man smiles. “Great catch. Didn’t think he was into humans.”

I scribble the name onto the paper. Too fazed to really think about what this all could mean for me. I slide the paper back to the man.

“We will check with him and if this checks out the money will be in your account in the next couple of days. Have a nice weekend.” He turns to a laptop as he looks at the paper, probably to verify names or something.

I don’t know what I expected to happen, but this was simple. Almost too simple. Though I don’t have time to ponder on it long, I need to get away from here. Now.

I pick up my stuff and quickly get out a side door. If Max has followed me he’ll probably be at the front, so it’s better not to take the obvious way out. I know there should be a bus stop at the side of the venue. A way for visitors of the garden to get in and out easily, without having to walk the whole road to the front of the castle. Okay, it’s not technically a castle, but it damn well feels like it.

There are already people at the bus stop, all looking like they barely slept last night, though the atmosphere is upbeat. Some people are chatting to each other and it’s easy to slide into the group and not be noticed.

“It seems to be all over the news today. Mr Powell took a human man to his room. They don’t know his name yet, but I know they’re looking for Mr Cinderella.” A woman is angling her phone towards a girl next to her, who frowns.

“Well, it’s not like Powell is hot. It was probably the best he could get.” She rolls her eyes. “I would have turned him down if he so much as looked at me.”

“Imagine the money. He will probably get a huge bonus, just to shut up.” The first woman seems so much more interested in the money aspect than anything else.

I ball my fist as a shiver goes through me. I had no idea who the guy I was with last night was. But to hear these women speak about him like this… It makes my stomach churn. Horrible.

Luckily the bus shows up right on time and I grab for my wallet. Only then realising that I have my wallet, but that my phone isn’t in my pocket. Oh, no. I check all my pockets but it really isn’t there.

No, no, no. It must still be in the room. With my numbers and everything on it. I’ve got to get a new phone, because I’m not going back up, not now. Though maybe it isn’t too bad. Maybe just fleeing and getting away from Max and this whole event is the best thing I can do. Crap.