Page 2 of His Unicorn Alpha
The urge to ensure the safety and continued viability of my test-tube created young rushed over me in a wave of overwhelming determination.
Even if they weren’t inside me, they were my babies. I had technically even made them, though through unconventional means.
But who was their other father? Who was my potential alpha?
Holy shit,I thought to myself, my heart hammering,Ihave a potential alpha!
After carefully returning my petri dish of hope back to the specialized, protected storage Eric had had manufactured for his lab, I turned back to our records and looked for the corresponding number for the sperm donor.
I blinked, then frowned deeply as the name registered in my brain.
Micah Hawthorne.
Beck’s friend and former roommate.
Abeta.
How is that possible?
Sitting back in stunned silence, I mused over the discovery. I’d never met Micah. Even at Beck and Ollie’s wedding in front of the entire town, our paths hadn’t crossed. But from what I knew of the man, the contents of that petri dish should not be possible. Firstly, he was a beta. Secondly, unlike Beck, Rex, and Brandi, he had grown up knowing he was a shifter and he had the ability to shift. Finally, and most confusingly, he was a horse shifter.
Beck and Ollie were both wolves. Rex and Damon were both mountain lions. Brandi and Lena were both rabbits.
I was a dragon. Micah was a horse. How could we possibly be compatible?
If we were, and if the fertilization of my ovum wasn’t a fluke, this discovery would throw all of our theories to that point into the wind.
And, assuming Micah was also affected by locked alpha syndrome, did that mean inter-species breeding was possible between alphas and omegas after all, like it was between betas of different species? And, if so, would those fertilized eggs be dragons, or would they be horses?
I decided that, on that last question, I didn’t care either way. They were still my babies, made from my ovum — something I’d honestly thought was a daydream at best. They were precious, regardless of their species.
However, another realization hit me like a punch to my solar plexus.
Eric and I did not have the facilities to freeze the embryos. After a few days, they would need to be frozen or disposed of.
I felt sick at the idea of disposing of them.
Especially when Micah didn’t live in Shifters Sanctuary. As far as I knew, he lived in New York and traveled all over the worldfor work. Even if I contacted him, would he want to uproot his life to be saddled with a man he’d never met, or to have children simply because I was desperate to try to save my species and, if I was being honest, because I desperately wanted to be a father?
I’d wanted it for centuries, but had never imagined it possible.
The petri dish called to me, speaking to those desires like a siren.
I knew it was unethical. I knew it would be a breach of my Hippocratic oath as a doctor…
But Ireallywanted to be a father, and I didn’t want to dispose of my embryos. As far as I could tell, this was my only shot.
It was fate, as Ollie would say.
And so, under my brother’s nose, I prepared to break laws and oaths and ethics in order to fulfill that dream and potentially ensure my species would continue.
What was the modern saying? Seek forgiveness, not permission?
Well, I hoped I’d be forgiven for my next actions, because they were going to change history.
Chapter Two
“Can’t you, I don’t know, make the hair…poofier?” Bertram, the designer whose collection was about to walk out onto the catwalk in less than five minutes, stood back with his hands on his hips and a frown on his face as he looked into the mirror at the model I’d just finished working on.
