Page 17 of Nanny Omega

A sharp gasp rippled through the room, causing Ersa’s hand to stall on its journey down the braid. He lifted his sleepy gaze to meet Master Quin’s dark grey one, swirling like an approaching storm. A tense silence hung between them, the air charged with something electric and Master Quin’s dominant presence.

“Dr. Alora will see us now,” he said, unfolding his large frame to its full height, the braid slipping out of Ersa’s grasp.

Ersa gulped when he realized he was still touching it. Mortified, he scrambled out of bed and snapped the blanket in the air before he folded it and straightened the bed in quick, jerky movements. A slight tug on his skin had Ersa looking down at his arm to find a pain-aid with cute little flowers plastered over his needle bruise.

Was that what Master Quin had been doing while he was sleeping? Fingering the smooth material of the pain-aid, Ersa lifted his eyes to the alpha, an awkward feeling swirling inside his stomach.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” Ersa said.

“This way,” he said, leading the way. Ersa’s heart thudded hard with every step he took, the door to the doctor’s office looming closer. Anxiety wrapped its cold fingers around his throat, threatening to suffocate him as Master Quin opened the door and stepped aside for him to step into the office. Floor-to-ceiling shelves full of books took up the four walls of the office, making Ersa feel like he’d stepped into a museum. He did a one-eighty as he tried to remember the last time he’d seen this many books in one place.

“You must be Ersa,” Dr. Alora said, rising from his spotless desk, the alpha’s smile instantly putting Ersa at ease. “Please, take a seat.”

“Thank you,” Ersa murmured. He pulled out one of the chairs in front of the desk and eased into it. Master Quin followed suit, lowering himself into the other chair. The alpha’s proximity tied Ersa’s stomach in knots again, the anxiety that had eased a few minutes ago returning with a vengeance. Ersa eyed the workstation on Dr. Alora’s desk like it was his archenemy. When Dr. Alora turned to it and deftly ran his fingers over the screen, humming off-key as if everything was okay, Ersa wanted to scream for him to stop. He bit the inside of his mouth, his palms sweating as the doctor took his sweet time. After what felt like forever, Dr. Alora turned toward them and said the very thing Ersa wanted to hear.

“Your tests came out fine. Your hormone levels are normal, your heats are regular and mild. I believe you’ll be able to withstand the relactation process.”

“Are you saying it’s possible after so long?” Master Quin asked, the relief in his voice overwhelming.

“Yes.”

“How?” Ersa asked.

“By inducing a false pregnancy,” Dr. Alora offered. His words hung in the air, heavy and disturbing. “I know it’s not what you were expecting. A false pregnancy can cause psychological distress and physical changes that can affect an omega for the rest of his life, but in your case, you already have a cub that needs your care. A false pregnancy will get your body into an ideal state to do so. And I hope an emotional bond between you and the cub will offset the rest. It’s not an easy decision to make, I know… but…”

“Benjn needs me,” Ersa interrupted, his mind already made up. “I’ll do it. What do I need to do?”

“Excellent.” Dr. Alora clapped his hands, his attention returning to the screen. “We work with amazing alphas. One of them will assist you with your heat. I had the list here somewhere…”

“Wait a minute. Alphas? Heat? What are you talking about?” Master Quin asked. The rough, tight edge to his voice had Ersa turning to glance at the alpha. The rigid stillness in his body, combined with the dark stare of his stormy eyes, sent a disturbing chill in the room.

If Dr. Alora felt it, he didn’t show it. Rubbing the back of his neck, he laughed sheepishly, his face turning a shade brighter. “I got ahead of myself again. I apologize. I’m a scientist, and I feel more comfortable in the lab. Doctor-patient relationships are not my strong suit,” he said, a shy smile pulling on his lips. “Anyway, I should have explained that the false pregnancy-inducing hormones are administered during the first night of an omega’s heat. During heat, the body is already geared toward breeding, and being with an alpha will heighten the chances of…”

Ersa didn’t hear the rest of what Dr. Alora said, his mind stuck on the fact that he was going to have sex to induce the false pregnancy. Picking his thumbnail, he waited for a sense of wrongness to wash over him, but Ersa was surprised when he felt nothing but a clear determination to fix his mistake.

“When can we start?” he asked.

“Since you’ve already had your heat, we can either wait for next month or induce your heat and get started on the process right away—you decide. But bear in mind that every omega is different. Some omegas achieve good results after the first heat, while others need at least three heats with an alpha. The sooner we start, the better it would be for Benjn, right?”

“Right,” Ersa said automatically. “I’m going to need that list of alphas.”

“Yes, of course, just a moment,” Dr. Alora said, turning back to the workstation. His fingers flew over the screen as he murmured to himself as if he were alone. “It was here somewhere… There it is… Mmmh… let’s see who’s available… Oh…”

“Is something wrong?”

A sharp clicking sound puffed out of Dr. Alora’s pursed lips as he dropped his hands from the screen. “I didn’t realize that all our alphas were assigned. We might have to wait until one of them is available.”

“How long will that take?”

Dr. Alora tapped his lips thoughtfully. “I can’t say. It depends on the case the alpha is handling.”

“Oh…” Ersa said, disappointed. “Is there another way?”

“No. You need an alpha,” he said firmly. “We can only deceive the body to a certain extent.”

“I’ll do it,” Master Quin said, his voice cutting through the room like a sharp knife through a piece of meat. “I don’t think we can wait that long. What do I have to do?”

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