Page 67 of Alpha’s Conquest

That’s right. Doctor Hanna was the Omega OBGYN in Oakridge. I had an Omega OB back in Hanford, one that had been with me through all of my adult life, including my infertility tests. I could go back to him for my pregnancy. He would be so happy for me. But… Oakridge had become more than Adam’s home now. Even in the middle of the city I loved, with all the cars and people passing me by, I longed for this place, the small town where I felt peace.

“I…” I swallowed and sat up. I hadn’t spoken to Adam about this yet, but I knew exactly what he would say. “I’ll come here. If that’s okay with you, Doctor Hanna.”

Her warm smile made my choice feel even more perfect. “Excellent. I’ll get you those prescriptions and get out of your hair. You can make your next appointment at the front desk.” She gave me a quick pat, shot Adam another stern look, and left the exam room.

My eyes fell on the photograph, on that tiny little bean growing inside me. I wished she hadn’t turned the machine off so I could hear its heartbeat again. Adam’s arm came around me, and we stared at the photo together.

“It’s been so long since…” He paused and kissed my head. “They didn’t have this kind of thing last time.”

I handed the photo to him. “Here. You keep it.”

“Tsk,” he said under his breath. “As if you won't be in my house from now on. Don’t think I missed you saying you’d have your appointments in Oakridge.” His arm lowered to cup my waist, and he slid me across the paper sheet until my legs dangled between his knees. “You’re staying with me.”

“I’m staying with you,” I repeated, and he rewarded me with a heated kiss. His lips felt hot. I pulled back to feel his forehead. He always had a light sunburn, so it wasn’t unusual for his face to be a little warm, but he was hotter than usual. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I have never been better, omega.” He helped me down and took my hand, and he didn’t let it go until we were standing on the porch steps and he had to unlock the front door of his home.

His hand still felt hot. My palm was starting to sweat from the heat. I pulled back as he took his shoes off and went to the kitchen. I’d have to be blind not to notice the signs. That slight aggression earlier towards my ex. His temperature rising. It was all pointing to one thing.

“Adam,” I asked as I crossed to the kitchen. He was chugging a cold bottle of water. “When is your cycle due?”

“A week.” He wiped his forehead and noticed the drops of sweat on his arm. It was dawning on him before I even said it out loud.

“I think it’s early.”

When his eyes met mine, a wave of heat washed over me. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I wanted to tell him he wouldn’t, but we both knew that might not be true. “Everything we’ve done up to now is nothing compared to my ruts. Laura used to pop AfterCare like candy before my rut was even over.” I stepped closer, and he automatically backed away. “Casey.” That warning tone was one I knew well, but I wasn’t going to listen. Not today. “You don’t have the pills yet.”

“I’ll get them delivered. They’ll be here before your rut is over.”

We matched each other step for step until his back was against the wall and there was nowhere else to go.

“Casey.” A sheen of sweat coated his forehead, and his eyes were dotted with fear. “I don’t want to hurt the baby. You’ve wanted this for so long. If I hurt either of you, I won’t be able to live with myself.”

“So you’d rather lock yourself up in a room every month until I deliver?”

“If that’s what it takes to keep both of you safe.”

“No.” I pulled up on my tiptoes and kissed him, tunneling my fingers through his unruly red hair. I knew he would punish me for this later, but I didn’t care. My Alpha would not suffer through his ruts, not ever.

A deep growl rumbled from Adam’s throat, and his eyes fully dilated. He leaned close for a long, lingering sniff of my pheromones as the last remnants of sanity abandoned him. His scent grew thick and pungent, like a cloud of smoke invading my senses. “You remember our safe word? You may have to use it. I feel like I’m going to break you.” He roughly grabbed my hair and forced my gaze to meet his. “Last chance, omega,” he growled.

A tidal wave of fear and excitement surged through me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

THIRTY-SEVEN

Casey

Casey

I’d never really thought of myself as prey. Something to be devoured, something that could easily be controlled. But when Adam came at me, his rut fully upon him, some small part of me felt like a little rabbit he was going to eat.

He tore at my clothes and had his cock inside me before my pants were off. I struggled to even speak from the intensity of his thrusts. He slammed his body into mine at a bruising pace. It should’ve been unbearable, but our pheromones were in concert with each other and pleasure was overriding the pain. I still had to grit my teeth from the overwhelming force of his body.

“Am I hurting you?” he growled.

I didn’t want to say yes, but I also didn’t want to lie. “Only a little. It feels so good, Adam.”

“You do like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you, Casey? You feel fucking amazing.”