Page 11 of His Unicorn Alpha
“Yeah. We’re the first test subjects. There hasn’t really been a way to test whether they work for omegas because, y’know, there are only three known alphas in the world. But Brandt and Eric worked for over a year on the science. They even used the same principals as part of whatever it was they did to extract eggs from the omegas for their research.” He put the truck into park in front of the little cottage which had a new sign on the door declaring the space as the town’s 'Fertility and Birth Center'.
“Well, youarethe Pack Alpha, too,” I reasoned. “It makes sense that you’re taking on the responsibility of testing their effectiveness. But, I have to admit, after a run of three of you alphas all appearing so quickly, I’m surprised there haven’t been more.”
“That we know of,” Beck unbuckled his seatbelt. “We’re actively trying to reach out to shifter communities overseas —Sage and Dexter are supposed to be helping with that while they’re traveling— but if new alphas are popping up in situations like me and Ollie faced, outside of known packs, well…who would know? Damon set up a few Facebook groups and stuff, but so far it’s mostly been trolls and pranksters joining.” He looked over his shoulder, then back at me. “Can you watch the kids? I won’t be long.”
Then he was out of the truck and trotting across the tiny gravel parking lot to the clinic’s front door.
When the door swung open, I inhaled sharply. The man standing just inside wasmagnetic. He was about my height, but broad and thickly built. I wouldn’t describe him as muscular, though his biceps did look impressive. He had a bit of a tummy,but I had a thing for cuddly men. Then there was his gray-speckled goatee and the long, thick, silver-streaked dark hair on his head.
Then we locked eyes, and I swallowed thickly, my heart suddenly going wild.
His eyes widened, though, and I swear he looked almost…panicked?
With my hand on the handle to open the passenger door and climb out of the truck, I watched as the man said something hastily to Beck, shoved a little package into his hands, and then shut the door in his face without another glance my way.
I sat there, stunned as my shifter side brayed and hoofed at the ground, wanting me to charge into the clinic and after that man.
What the fuck was that about?
Chapter Five
Shit. Shit. Shit shit shit.
I paced the length of the clinic’s waiting room and waited for my heart to calm itself. When Beckett had said he’d be picking up Ollie’s medication after running other errands, I hadn’t realized that those errands included collecting his friend from the airport.
But there he had been. Micah Hawthorne. While I had never met him, I had seen photos.
After his sperm had fertilized my ovum, Imighthave stalked him online somewhat, too.
What? I was curious. I wanted to get some idea of what my children might look like should they take after their beta (or was he actually an alpha?) father.
He was handsome. Young, but then everyone was young to me. He was tall and lean, with striking light brown eyes and long sandy-blonde hair that reminded me of Farrah Faucett’s style in the 1970s, wavy on the ends and styled to flick away from and frame his face.
Then there were his lips. His beautiful, pouty, perfectly kissable lips.
Gods above, I was in trouble.
It was all well and good when he was an abstract concept. A man who had left a specimen for our research and who had unknowingly left me the most precious, priceless gift in history. He wassupposedto remain that way.
From everything Beckett and Sandy had said, Micah had zero interest in staying in the middle of nowhere. His work was dependent on being in a big city. He was a makeup artist. There wasn’t much call for such a thing in our pack.
And yet, here he was. Sitting in the passenger seat of Beck’s truck mere feet away from where I stood.
From where I carried his children.
Children he hadnotconsented to creating.
I was torn between closing the space between us and thanking him effusively, and also bursting into tears and begging for his forgiveness.
Instead, I did neither. I rambled the reminder for Ollie to take the pills within the same hour window every morning, thrust the packet into Beck’s hands, then slammed the door and started to pace.
I was almost twelve weeks along. I was almost through the first trimester. Through what was largely considered the ‘danger zone’. But I was old, even for shifter standards, and I was carrying triplets. The entire pregnancy would be risky.
Already, I was beginning to develop a bump. It was disguised by my pre-existing belly, but I knew my body. I knew my shape. I knew it was changing.
Sooner than I would like, it would be unmistakable.
For almost three months, I had considered what I would tell people. How I would justify my (admittedly shitty) behavior to my brother and to our Pack Alpha. I hadn’t banked on havingto face the man whose genetic material I had absconded with at the same time. I had really thought that I would have a little longer until then. In fact, I had hoped that Beck would inform him, given their friendship, and that Micah would opt to remain in New York and that I wouldn’t have to face him at all.
