Page 41 of Broken Alpha

“What do you want, little fawn?”

The sobs wouldn’t stop, and he pulled me against his chest as I released all the pain, fear, betrayal, and confusion over the past few days, my body shaking in his arms.

“I want this. I want us,” I practically cried out through my tears. “We have to rebuild, and I know we’ll be stronger for it, but this is the worst fucking time for this. I want our pup, but we can’t.”

“Why can’t we, baby?”

Luke’s voice rumbled through his chest, mingling with the purr that started low within him, working to soothe the anxiety that clung to me with the same ferocity as he did.

“I’m a student, and you’re about to be unemployed. How will we afford a pup?”

“Aidyn, my sweet darling boy.”

He shifted his body so that he sat on his ass, making more space for me to climb onto his lap as he reached over and grabbed his phone off the coffee table beside us. As my sobs teetered off, he began tapping away at the screen, rocking me back and forth. He tapped me lightly, showing me the screen.

It took my eyes a bit to adjust to the bright screen in such a dark room, but I was floored by what was on the screen. It was his bank app displaying his checking and savings accounts. It was cliche as fuck, but Luke was rich, and stupidly so.

“Did you forget that I have investment properties all over? This apartment tower being one of them. We’ll be fine. Our pup, and any that may come after it, will want for nothing. You will want for nothing. I taught at the university because I wanted to. I lost a job I enjoyed. But at the same time, if I’m not teaching, I can watch over our pup while you start your career. It’ll be okay. If you want this pup, then I’ll make sure you get what you want.”

A fresh wave of tears flowed down my cheeks, but this time, it was for a different reason. But before we could be truly happy, Luke steadily got worse as his bonding sickness progressed, despite his mark fading from my throat. By the next day, he was bedridden, and his body was covered in sweat; the medication I had picked up from the pharmacy did little except curb the migraines he was having. He struggled to keep food down, and the only thing I could get him to eat was soup. He claimed it was easier on his stomach if it came back up. He tried to sleep in the living room, refusing to sleep in our nest for fear of soiling it.

“Things can be washed, Luke, you need to stay here. I need you to stay here.”

He was too weak to fight me. I chose to call out of classes, emailing the professors that there was illness in the house. They kindly sent me the homework that I needed to do to remain caught up with my missed classes. One teacher even sent me the notes, which I was grateful for; it saved me from reaching out to the rest of the class. I sat by Luke’s side, dipping a cool cloth in a bucket of water to wipe away the sweat from his body. The fever eventually gave way to chills, and he struggled to remain warm while my heart hurt to see him in such distress. I tried to coat him in our pheromones as he struggled through sleep, but it did little to help him. But by the weekend, he seemed to be doing better, finally exiting the nest to shower. I swear he stood under the spray for a solid hour while I loaded the nesting material into the washing machine. He found me standing in the bedroom, staring at the bed, a thoughtful expression on my face.

“What’s wrong?”

I glanced at him and forced my eyes away from his towel-clad hips to greet his eyes.

“I’m thinking about my — our nest. I want to build a nest, one that is perfect for us and the pup we bring into it. The floor was perfect for space, but it’s going to be a pain trying to get down to the floor and back up again with a belly.”

I watched as a glint of darkness crossed Luke’s eyes, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the bulge now forming under the towel. He was picturing me with a pregnant belly. Perv.

“So move it to the bed.”

“That’s the issue. I don’t know if the bed is big enough, and things will fall out as we move around.”

Luke made a noise that let me know he understood as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him. I couldfeel his hard-on against my ass, and I fought not to wiggle my hips against it.

“We could get a bigger bed. They make these bumper things you can install along the edge of the bed for parents who co-sleep with their pups. It prevents the pup from falling out, but we could install them early to keep your nest intact on the bed.”

Holy shit, why hadn’t I thought of those before! “Luke! You’re a genius! That’s perfect. I want to get some stuff for the pup, if that’s okay after you’re 100%, of course.”

“Of course it’s okay,” He nuzzled my neck, kissing it lightly. “We’re going to have a pup.”

“We are. And I need to tell my parents. I can’t decide if they will freak out or be happy for us. They didn’t even know I was seeing someone.”

Luke sighed heavily before pulling off me, taking his fresh scent and body heat with him. I turned to watch him get dressed, looking a little too long at his ass as he pulled on sweats. His words returned to me then on how he wanted me to top him, and suddenly I became nervous. I’ve never topped anyone. What if I hurt him? I obviously know what it’s like from the bottom; after all, male Omegas are always the bottom, or so society tells us. I produce a lubricant, but Luke does not. My body was designed to take him, his body will fight me. But maybe with my experience, I can help him, and he can help me.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but I can scent your slick from here and don’t have the energy to respond to it. Have mercy, little fawn.”

I realized I had spaced out, and Luke was dressed in sweatpants, watching me with a smirk. I couldn’t help but blush and shake my head, moving toward him and wrapping my arms around him.

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Probably for the best. Like you, I need to tell my parents, and I need all the energy I have left for that conversation.”

As we had expected, the conversation didn’t go well. It resulted in a yelling match over the phone, with Luke taking offense at his father's suggestion that he should have the pup terminated and ‘do the right thing’ by breaking up with me and marrying someone more respectable. He lied and told them that we were already bonded and he would never give me or our pup up. The conversation ended with him hanging up on his parents, his scent laced with burnt spices. This did not help my nerves as I waited for my mom to answer the video call. I didn’t have to wait long before her smiling face filled my screen.

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