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I thought it over and asked, So how would pregnancy work in that case? Wouldn’t the Beta mate in a Beta/Omega solo relationship want to be the parent if they could?

“Well, if it was a Beta female, they could carry a biological child if it was an Omega male. If it was an Omega female, they would have to use someone else’s sperm to reproduce. In that case, if they were true mates, I’d assume there was a missing mate that they hadn’t found yet. If they were a pair that chose each other, they knew how it worked from the get go.”

Well, that sounded very similar to how Humans worked but with extra complications thanks to the second gender.

But with a heat, let’s say it’s a Beta male with an Omega of whatever gender and they wanted to be the biological parent?

“You’re asking really difficult questions.”

This is a really difficult concept to grasp.

“That’s fair enough.” Odie sat up with her legs straddling the chair. “I’m not sure. With the Alphas going into rut, there isn’t a guarantee they’d use any protection. It would have to be a risk they’d take unless they went through the heat without an Alpha. A heat is required to get pregnant, but an Alpha isn’t necessarily needed. Although, it would be very difficult and uncomfortable for the Omega since there would be no one knotting them, and the pheromones wouldn’t work the same. The heat would probably last longer and be less satisfying for the parties involved. But it really depends on the pair specifically.”

That was a really good answer, but now I was worried about going into a heat again. I didn’t voice my concerns, but I really hoped Vaila dropped off the curse-ending supplies along with the suppressants, just in case.

My skin crawled with the need to ask more questions, but I couldn’t settle on anything, so I decided to enjoy the afternoon, my mates, my friend, and these margaritas that were extra tasty and hydrating.

Chapter 28

Cy

All this talk about heats and pregnancy made me fidgety. I knew Odie had gone over the topic a little before and in more depth now, but if Mine went into one, I don’t think she’d be ready. I’m ready and would never say no to her, but it was clear she wasn’t there yet. We barely got to the snuggling and kissing stage. She’d flip shit if a heat started to set in.

I’d be keeping a close eye on her for any of the signs. If she started stealing our shit, acting more irritable, or mindlessly collecting soft things to make a nest, I would be shoved into a panic to find some suppressants. They were a commodity only produced by Witches, which always made me wonder why the council viewed them so poorly. They created everything we needed on a special medicinal level. However, I had always hoped we would move more into the way Humans did it. They could go to any pharmacy and get what they needed within reason. Suppressants were a necessity and should be more widely available.

With that thought, I made a group chat with Vaila and Odie before sending off a quick text to ask Vaila what was taking so long with the supplies to end Mine’s curse. I topped it off with asking for suppressants, just in case.

Odie checked her phone and eyed me before nodding her approval. We needed to give the nest a wipe down and have her pick some things to put in there before anything happens. Besides, she needed a space to herself, and that was the main use of the nest.

That also reminded me that we still needed to buy new furniture. There was so much to do. I even needed to go into town and get some more basic groceries and snacks. We had plenty of stock for meat and frozen vegetables and canned goods, but I liked having fresh fruits and veggies in the house as well. With Mine healing, it made me twinge that I had to go into town but also twinge that I hadn’t already gotten things for her.

Being a mated Alpha was a welcomed irritation.

We stayed outside, talked, drank, and snacked until the sun started to go down a few hours later. None of us were that hungry thanks to the sandwiches, so we opted for a late dinner where we overpaid for someone to bring us an ungodly amount of pizza, cheesy bread, and wings.

We rarely did this, but the place we ordered from knew we would make it worthwhile for the driver. It was about a forty minute round trip, and we never gave them less than one hundred as a tip.

As we waited, we helped Mine pick out the new living room furniture while we lounged upstairs.

There was a smaller sofa and a few beanbag chairs up here in the left area outside the offices. Ellie sat in one with Mine in the other, and Odie and I sat on the couch behind Mine. Her chair was pressed up against the couch so we could look over her shoulder.

We all threw on some variation of clothing but still had on our swimsuits. Ellie and Odie put on shorts, I threw on pajama pants, and Mine had on an oversized shirt.

“That one looks nice and would go with the chairs you picked out,” Odie said.

The new wingback chairs were in a deep green with a vine design on them. The wood was darker as well, giving them a more dark academia vibe than what we originally had. Instead of two couches like we had before, Mine was looking at a large black leather sectional that would fill the space.

We tossed those all in the cart along with new throw blankets to match the vibe and an excessively large rug that would cover all the stains in the living room. It was filled with deep browns with some blues and reds mixed in. The design almost felt like the rings of an old tree mixed with a coffee stain on watercolor paper. It was interesting to look at, but I agreed that it would tie together the new aesthetic Mine was creating with the cabin one we already had.

Everything was ordered with the fastest shipping possible by the time the food arrived, but by this time, it was clear that Mine was getting worn down. I still wanted her to pick things for her nest, but she also needed some more food, water, and sleep. If I was being honest, some more of our blood wouldn’t hurt either.

She was a fighter and was taking it all better than expected and somehow was healing faster than I anticipated, but she was still healing despite it all. Pride swelled in me at her independence and resilience. No matter what happened, she didn’t let the trauma rule over her. She found a way to get through and came out stronger for it.

After dinner, we all lounged upstairs and watched a movie. Today had been perfectly amazing from start to finish, and Ellie was right. This did feel more normal than any day in our recent past. Mine was talking to us, and even more than that, on some level, impending doom wasn’t lingering over us. Gerard had backed off, Oliver would be massacred eventually, and we were all together.

I should decorate up here next.

“Actually,” Odie started, “there’s another room you should focus on. Want to see it?”

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