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A light snoring escaped Kennedy, and I kissed the top of her head. She was passed out, dead to the world.

Clearly, it had been as good for her as it had been for me.

I would usually leave right after, but thanks to my knot, I had to wait a few minutes for it to deflate. We’d avoided the awkward post-sex talk, thanks to her snoozing state…though part of methought it wouldn’t have been too bad if she was still awake. I was oddly curious about her.

Twenty minutes later, I was sneaking out of the dorm, and she didn’t even stir. Thankfully, the dorms had self-locking doors, so I knew she was safe as I snuck out.

Before I left, I couldn’t resist scribbling my phone number on a scrap of paper and leaving it on her desk.

I wouldn’t mind another roll in the hay with her.

A damn good night, in my opinion.

Chapter 4

Kennedy

“Kennedy, you look like shit.” Beth frowned at me as I cleaned skates.

I knew I looked bad. My skin was paler than usual, and my eyes had constant bags under them.

“I know, this bug won’t go away,” I grumbled.

Beth leaned over the counter. “Are you sure it’s a bug?”

“What else could it be?”

“Well, remember the club a couple of months back…you hooked up with an alpha, didn’t you?”

My eyes widened as panic gripped my chest. “Oh, fuck, do you think he gave me something? Maybe I need to go down to the clinic and get tested for STIs. Ugh, that would be just my luck!” I growled, slamming down the skate I was cleaning a little too hard.

Beth shot me a funny, confused look. Gently plucking the skate out of my hands, she gave me an almost pitying expression. “I think he certainly gave you something, but not an STI.”

What on earth did she mean by that? What else could he have given—oh.

Fuck.

“You mean…” I trailed off, not wanting to put the thought into words. I started mentally running through the list of symptoms in my head. I was constantly nauseated—that one was a given. Other than that, my chest was a bit sore, and I was irritable, and constantly exhausted, but omega hormones meant that I occasionally had mood swings. It was normal.

“Have you been feeling a strong desire to nest recently?” Beth asked pointedly.

Double fuck.

She asked, even though she full well knew the answer. My nesting instincts had been going into overdrive for the last few weeks. On several occasions, I nearly destroyed my entire nest and rebuilt it from scratch because it wasn't right.

I started doing the mental math. I was due for a heat any day now, but I hadn't been experiencing the pre-heat cramping. Pregnant omegas didn’t experience heats. From a biological standpoint, the whole point of going through heat was to get pregnant, so once the omega was pregnant, they wouldn't have them until a few months after the baby was born.

“I think I need to go to the clinic and get a test,” I whispered, my body cold, my movements numb. My shift had officially ended, and Beth had just been hanging around, waiting for me to finish my last few tasks.

Beth nodded. “I’ll go with you!” she said, scooping up her bag and dragging me out of the building.

It only took a few minutes for a nurse at the clinic to give me a urine test and come back with the answer.

Those minutes dragged on far too long. Beth and I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chairs waiting with bated breath for the answer.

I had convinced myself that the test would be negative. I couldn’t imagine being pregnant; it was so far out of the realm of possibility for me. Though it was rare to get pregnant outside ofa heat, it happened. It would be just my luck that, the only time I took a little walk on the wild side, I ended up with a baby.

“You are definitely pregnant!” the chipper blonde nurse declared. “I can't tell how far along you are, but we should get you an appointment with an OB. They’ll give you a scan and provide more details. Do you have any idea how far along you may be?”

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