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“Onyx, is that...” I gripped my mate’s hand as I tried to spot the crying baby behind the bodies of nurses.

Onyx was sweaty, and exhaustion was evident in his features, but his smile was bright and happy as he said, “It’s our boy.”

Joy overwhelmed my body, and I channeled my happiness into a slow kiss. “Thank you,” I said, forehead pressed against his. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he replied sweetly, and a cry of delight escaped his lips. His face was wet with tears, but I knew they were happy ones.

“And here’s your healthy baby boy. He’s seven pounds, eight ounces,” a nurse said, handing Onyx our child.

“Oh, Luca. He’s perfect,” Onyx cooed at our son. He had blond hair like me, with Onyx’s dark skin and eyes.

“Yeah, he really is,” I replied softly, voice cracking and wetness on my cheeks.

Onyx looked at me and gave me a teasing little smile as he wiped my tears away.

Yeah. They were perfect. My mate, my family.

I didn’t know my heart could be this full.

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Rye is an M/M Romance author who is a romantic at heart. She believes that love conquers all, and so her stories are guaranteed to always have an HEA. When she's not writing, she escapes to the world of books or daydreams about becoming a future cat lady.

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Eight-months pregnant and down-on-my luck with the good-for-nothing Alpha who’d gotten me into this mess nowhere in sight, I decided I’m better off on my own.

Omegas don’tneedAlphas.

I’d be just fine, thank you.

But dear lord, the scent of food coming from my new neighbor’s apartment smells good. A little taste of the Alpha’s food won’t change my mind though.

Everything he does after he opens his door for me and my pathetic request… Well, that might just convince me towantan Alpha of my own.

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Icouldn’t take it anymore.

Rushing as much as I could—which wasn’t much in my current state—I practically tossed the box I had been carrying into my new apartment and then doubled back to the door right next to the stairs.

I had made three trips from my stuffed car to my empty apartment, and each time I passed this place, the smell had gotten more and more enticing. So now I was about to do something incredibly stupid. My stomach growled again as I neared the door. Yeah, it was too good to ignore my well-honed Omega instincts. The savory aroma didn’t cover the earthy scent of Alpha permeating from the apartment, but I couldn’t help but be drawn in.

I didn’t want to imagine my Omega mom’s face if she could see me right now.

I paused at the door, my mouth honestly watering and my stomach nearly jumping up my throat in an attempt to get closer to whatever food was drawing me in like a starving coyote wandering into a city in search of a meal. Dramatic, sure, but my breakfast of two hard-boiled eggs and half a protein shake had been ages ago.

Crossing my fingers behind my back, I threw out a silent prayer that the Alpha on the other side of the door wasn’t a creep or an asshole, then knocked. The door swung open so fast—my fist still raised in mid-air—that the man must have been waiting and watching through the peephole.

Not a great start to the whole “not-a-creep” thing.

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