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“My head hurts,” I whined.

“You’re pregnant, and stress isn’t good for you. We should probably get you home.”

I nodded, craning my neck to look at Charlotte, who was fast asleep in her car seat.

“Looks like those dancing fruit videos wiped her out,” I whispered.

“I’ll send you the link for them.”

Chapter 23

Storm

Never in my life had I seen Eli so pissed. If not for Charlie and then Micha pulling him off me, he probably would have put me into an early grave.

“What the fuck is your damage?” I snarled at him. This situation was clearly fucked up, but why was my pack mate trying to punch me repeatedly?

Had it been a good idea to go out drinking and bring a puck bunny home the night before I was supposed to meet the omega Eli had knocked up? Probably not. That didn't justify him trying to wail on me.

I knew this was serious for Eli, and I wanted to be respectful of that. I’d just gotten distracted after practice, gone out for a few drinks, and had a bit too much fun.

While making my way downstairs, the first thing I’d noticed was just how beautiful the omega was. Then that weird gut punch of familiarity hit me. Her scent reminded me of someone, but it wasn't the same as before. It took me until a few minutes after realizing who she was to figure out that her scent had changed slightly. It was now deeper, richer.

So, I had apparently slept with the woman that Eli had knocked up.

That was a mess, to say the least.

“You know, you’ve done some pretty selfish and immature shit, Storm, but this takes the cake. She has a daughter!”

“A daughter, it's looking more and more like you fathered.” Micha grimaced. “Especially given Kennedy’s reaction. I have never gotten the impression she is even remotely violent. Though, if you're the reason she struggled with pregnancy and raising a baby on her own, I guess I can understand her slapping you.”

I shook my head. “No, there's no way she’s my daughter. I would know if I had a child.”

“Would you?” Eli asked. “How the hell was she supposed to get in touch with you? You gave her a fake name and number.”

“I didn’t give her a fake number…” I trailed off.

“Then, did you give her a wrong number because you were drunk?” Eli asked scathingly.

Micha cursed. “You changed your number about a year and a half ago, remember? That blonde wouldn’t stop messaging you?”

I nodded. She had been borderline stalking me, so I had changed my number and kept the new one fairly secretive. “That’s right. Kennedy hadn’t texted me, so I wouldn’t have given her my new number…”

Had I lost out on knowing my child because of something as stupid as a puck bunny with a crush?

“Where did you fuck her? Was there a place where she could potentially track you down?” Eli asked, his voice simmering with rage.

I shook my head. “We went back to her place. She was living in the dorms.”

“So, how was she meant to find you when she found out she was pregnant? This is your fuckup, Storm. You fathered a child and walked away without even knowing it. I swear to God, you need to get your shit together and get it together fast.”

“I know…”

“Why didn’t you tell us you had slept with an omega?” Micha asked. “Usually, you hook up with betas. I would have thought, after being with an omega, you would have been screaming it from the rooftops.”

I shrugged. “I don't know, this just felt different.”

Part of me had considered telling my pack, but it was a one-off, especially since she hadn’t reached out right away. Besides, I hadn’t wanted to get their hopes up that I had found an omega for us. I wasn’t ready for that level of responsibility.

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