Page 6 of His Surrogate Omega

“We find jobs,” Gray said, knowing full well that wasn’t going to happen without a miracle or two. Or twenty.

Avery rolled his eyes. “In the O Quad? So, would you like stripper or… stripper? I hear they make all kinds of cash in the beta clubs, especially one as pretty as you.”

“Thereareother jobs.”

“Yeah, and they all have a line wrapped around the corner with a million other omegas just like us who desperately need the work. We’ve been lucky not having to worry. Until now.”

The steam kettle screamed out its warning, and Gray turned to pour himself a cup. When he spun to face Avery again, he spoke the thought that had been circling in his mind for days. “Icouldbecome a surrogate.”

Avery’s face twisted with disgust. “No.”

“Why not? The pay’s good,greatif you find the right mated pair. I come from a good family. My papa and brother both had more than one live birth. I’d likely be in demand.”

Avery shook his head. “And what ofyouralpha? If you carry another alpha’s child, yours could deny the claim. And he’d have the law on his side.”

“What alpha?” Gray said. “You’re living in a fairytale if you think I have an alpha out there.”

“You stopped going to the Alpha Balls. Perhaps if you went back?”

Gray sighed, Silver’s words whispering through his mind. “To the shame of my parents, I quit attending. Aftereight years. Four times a year. I had over thirty chances to find my alpha… and hewasn’tthere. I have no alpha. And as an unmated omega, I have nothing. I canbenothing. Iamjust a womb with legs and no alpha to fill it. I can go be a stripper and lose all shreds of self-respect—or I become a surrogate. Only one of those is something I can live with.”

“And what about the child-bond?”

Gray grew quiet. The bond between papa and child was strong. Severing that attachment and handing the child over would destroy him. He’d seen what became of the omegas sentenced to forced surrogacy. They were empty shells of the men they’d once been.

“What choice do I have?” Gray asked quietly.

“I have a plan.”

Gray narrowed his stare. “What?”

“If I can pull this off… we won’t have to worry so much about money,” Avery said.

Gray eyed his nephew, worry filling him.

“What do you know about scent blockers?” Avery asked, lifting a brow.

“Scent blockers? There isn’t such a thing.”

“There are. And I’ve found someone with a connection.”

Gray glared at his nephew.No, no, no… he’s not thinking what I think he’s thinking…“Whatever you’re considering… it would be illegal.”

“But… if an omega was to find a supply of scent blockers… he could be protected from alphas. He could go to college. Get a degree… get a job… and support his family.”

Gray sat there silently, panic settling in. “No. Absolutely not.” He shook his head. “No. Youcan’tdo this.”

“Ican. I know I can pull it off. I’m tall for an omega. I’m smart. I’ve got a good head on my shoulders. I can do this.” He smiled. “I can be a beta.”

Gray felt his stomach knot. If Avery was caught… he’d be one of those omegas in the forced surrogacy program—broken and empty when he was finally freed years and babies later. “I forbid you.”

Avery eyed Gray. “Forbid me?You have no right to forbid me from doinganything, uncle. I’m an adult.”

“Okay… what about the boys?”

“I’m doing this for them!”

“You’ve just gained temporary custody and are awaiting full legal rights. How are you going to pull that off while pretending to be a beta?”

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