Page 20 of His Unicorn Alpha
“I did,” I tilted my head in acknowledgement, “but…I’m a beta. I’m a horse and you are adragon. Your lifespan alone…” I sighed. “I don’t understand how that would work.”
Inside me, my instincts insisted he was right, but logic said it was ridiculous.
“I know,” he swallowed, then looked away, “but aside from feeling this pull towards each other, and that electric shock when we finally touched, I…have scientific proof as well.” He shifted uneasily in his seat. “When you were last here, you submitted a sample to aid us with our research. You remember that, yes?”
Nodding, I could feel heat rising up the back of my neck. Jerking off into a cup forsciencewas a memory which would stay with me forever. “Yeah?”
“Yes, well,” he shuffled around again, and I didn’t think it was because he was feeling the same desperate need to touch again like I was. He didn’t want to look at me. “During one of our tests, your sperm reacted positively with an ovum sample.” He cleared his throat, and finally met my gaze. “Myovum sample.”
“Reacted positively? What does that—”
“In layman’s terms, your sperm fertilized my eggs.”
I could feel my eyes widening. “Whoa. But…I’m a beta. And a horse.” I couldn’t help repeating my misgivings. “How did that even work? Are you sure it wasn’t just a weird, like, glitch in the matrix, or something? Do you need to repeat the test?”
Was that why he was being so strange and awkward? Was it that he needed me to fill another cup with another sample? Because with the way I was feeling right then, still wanting to strip him out of his jeans and button-down shirt and take him right there on the table…well, I could probably fill a couple of cups for him.
“Micah…” The apologetic tone should have been a giveaway that I wasn’t going to love whatever else he had to tell me, but I was still too busy marveling at the idea that my sperm —from my smaller-than-average dick— had fertilizeddragon eggs.
I mean, yeah, I was more than aware that the size of my dick had nothing to do with the quality or even quantity of my sperm —that it was my balls doing the hard work on that front— but this still felt supremely ironic to me.
“I…” he looked away again. “I made a decision when I discovered those fertilized embryos. One which you have every right to resent me for.”
I frowned. Were we finally about to get to the reason he had been avoiding me? Maybe the fact that I was a horseshifter was distasteful to him. The gods only knew omegas had been disappointed in me as a potential partner for less understandable reasons.
“You didn’t want us to meet,” I said, fighting against my continued biological drive to touch him, to kiss him, to make himmine.The sadness at feeling rejected helped keep my head on straight. “You knew that I was, uh,ama horse, and—”
“What? No,” Brandt’s interruption was quick and vehement. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before saying, “I chose to implant the embryos.Ourembryos. Inside me.”
Wait.
He…what?!
I watched in stunned silence as he placed a shaky hand over his soft midsection, stroking his thumb lovingly over his own belly. “I…I’ve wanted children for hundreds of years. I never dreamed…” Trailing off, he shook his head again, then looked me in the eye. “I am aware it was not ethical to use your genetic material in such a manner without your consent. That I have created life —children— without your knowledge. But I had very little time to make a decision before they became non-viable, and I couldn’t let my potential babies just…slip from my grasp.”
Inside me, my beta was cheering. He was delighted, the chant ‘mate, mate mate!’practically thundering in my soul and in my ears.
My heart was racing, and my mouth was dry.
“Micah.” There was that stupidly sexy accent again. “I apologize for breaking your trust. For taking such a large choice out of your hands. I understand if you resent me. If you hate me. And I understand if that means you don’t want to pursue whatever this…this…mystical connection between us might mean. However, I would still make the same choice a thousand times over.”
I knew that I should be upset. That I should be freaking out. That I should be asking what the actual hell he meant bychildrenin the plural sense.
But the first words out of my mouth were “My mom is going to besohappy about this.”
Brandt’s mouth dropped open, as if he couldn’t believe thatthatwas my reaction.
To be fair, neither could I.
Then again, hadn’t I been lamenting the fact that I wanted kids but had to acknowledge that they just weren’t in the foreseeable future for me? This resolved that issue, if nothing else.
I mean, it wasn’t in the conventional way, or any remotely believable way. Also, it meant that I didn’t have a whole lot of time to prepare for having kids, either, seeing as they were already inside this ridiculously sexy dragon omega. But I couldn’t help thinking that maybe my mother and her hippy-dippy connection to ‘the universe’ were right after all.
I started to laugh at that thought while Brandt looked on with an expression that suggested he thought he might have pushed my sanity beyond its reasonable limits.
“This isn’t a joke, Micah. I—”
“No,” I managed to wheeze out between near-hysterical laughter. “No, I know. I just…” I couldn’t actually explain why the situation had tickled my funny bone. “It’s…it’s just ironic to me, is all. In so many ways. I…God, Brandt, you’re getting the short straw here.”
