Page 31 of His Unicorn Alpha
“So you don’t feel like being fated —or extremely compatible— mates has forced an instant attraction or affection between you?” Eric’s question was direct, and while it caused my omega to bristle, I understood that he was asking for scientific reasons, not to offend.
Micah, on the other hand, growled under his breath. “Brandt is the embodiment of my type,” he responded defensively. “I would have found him hot with or without this connection between us. As for affection? I already cared about him before I met him because he’s Beck’s friend. After our…talk” —he shot me a wink which went straight to my cock— “I’ll admit I started feelingsomethingdeeper…but, I don’t think much of that can be attributed to the bond. I don’t get emotionally attached often, but when I do, it happens fast. And, like he said, it will take time to get to know each other. Real affection —love— will take time.”
Squeezing his hand, I nodded. “I could not have phrased it better myself.”
“Fascinating.” Eric tapped away at his phone screen. “It does seem as though these matches occur between people with compatible personalities and ideologies. The bizarre thing is that you are the first alpha/omega pairing of mixed species. It sometimes happens with betas, as well you both know, but until now we were operating under the assumption that alphas only mated and bonded with omegas of their own species.”
“Are you working towards a question, little brother, or do you simply enjoy the sound of your own voice?” I asked playfully, not realizing until I did so that, only hours earlier, I had been afraid that I had lost the privilege to joke with him at all.
As he rolled his eyes, I felt a renewed wave of guilt and regret. Micah’s hand releasing mine to rub circles on my back was the only sign telling me that he’d felt my surge of emotions.
“I’m just saying that this completely shakes up all of my —our— theories,” Eric responded. “And, with Micah already knowing he was a shifter, it opens up a whole new world of potential matches. I would love to know why Micah is the first beta to manifest as an alpha. Why, if it has been possible all along, has it not happened until now? Or is Micah an anomaly?”
“I am not sure how we would even begin to research any of that,” I said, adding, “however, I agree that it would be good to have the answers.”
Eric tilted his head and smiled at my mate. “Is there anything distinguishing you from the other betas of your pack? Any physical or even mystical differences?”
I could feel Micah’s unease, but he shook his head as he answered Eric smoothly. “None that I’m aware of.”
I had to agree that, scientifically speaking, the size of his dick was not likely the kind of difference Eric was asking about.
My brother hummed, as if anticipating such a response. “Did you have any birth marks before you bonded with Brandt?”
Micah shook his head again. “No.”
Eric smirked. “You’ll probably find you have one now. A misshapen circle. Like a waxing or waning moon.”
Micah groaned, leaning his head back to complain to the ceiling, “Why is it always moons?”
I snorted. “The mystical symbolism dates back to very early times. Shifters believed in the magic of the moon — it controlled the tides, the coming and going of the sun, the seasons etcetera, etcetera. Now, of course, we understand the science behind all of those things, but combined with our birthmarks and abilities, moons were and remain synonymous with magic, even for humans.”
He nodded, then sighed. “Well, we dressed kinda’ fast earlier, so I can’t confirm the birthmark theory.”
Eric shrugged, then sat back and waved vaguely over my mate’s body. “Strip now, then.”
I growled, then blinked at the possessive heat which had risen up the back of my neck and through my throat. My brother stared back at me in equal surprise.
“Scales, sugar,” Micah’s fingertips stroked over my forehead and down the side of my jaw. “Fuck, these are sexy.”
I squirmed, feeling slick threatening to dampen my underwear at the touch to my scales, and to the low, sexy words my mate spoke.
“Fascinating,” Eric repeated again. “The last time I saw that kind of possessiveness was when Ollie was newly bonded and pregnant. Oh, no, wait — it was after Lena and Brandi bonded. But I don’t recall Damon ever being like that.” He bent over his phone again, thumbs flying over the keyboard. “Hmm, the early days in the bond, coupled with pregnancy hormones, must make omegas extra territorial.”
“Or, perhaps you have just made some particularly insensitive requests with us all and you did not get the opportunity to do so with Damon.”
Eric looked up, rolled his eyes at me, then bent to look at his screen again. “They’re not insensitive. I’m a doctor. A scientist. I’m asking these things for research purposes only. I have zero interest in your alpha, Bran.” He glanced at Micah and grimaced. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, you’re not my type, either,” he scoffed right back. “But I’m still not taking my clothes off for you. Brandt can go looking for a birthmark later.”
“Mmm,” I practically purred, my omega enjoying the suggestion very much, “I look forward to it.”
Eric scrunched his nose for a moment, then narrowed his gaze, swinging it from me, to Micah, then back again. “You’re not in heat,” he began slowly. “You can’t be, because not only are you pregnant, you’re in your second trimester.” He held up his index finger before I could crack the same joke about his lack of a question. “So,” he continued, “I can only assume the lust pouring off you both in waves has something to do with continuing to build the bond. To…feed it and reassure it, if you will.”
“Or, being in my second trimester, this is purely hormonal.”
“On your part, sure,” Eric shrugged, “but that doesn’t explain him.” He gestured at Micah, who blushed adorably.
“Can’t that be chalked up to the standard honeymoon phase of any new relationship? Sex is always exciting and new with a new partner. Even most humans can’t keep their hands off each other when they first begin dating.”
