Page 50 of My Omega's Baby
He captured his lower lip with his teeth, a line between his brows. “Yes. It’s about both of you being safe.”
I huffed and left the kitchen to sit on the back patio. I needed some air. I sat on a lounge chair and stared out at the jagged mountains in the distance. I’d always enjoyed this view; now even the hills reminded me of the baby.
After a moment he followed me outside. He sat beside me, and the metal chair squeaked under his weight. “Look, I’m sorry.”
I didn’t respond. I wouldn’t have been able to say anything nice, that was for sure. It wasn’t okay that I was being treated like the fucking ice chest to this life growing inside of me. I was still a person with a life to live too. I hadn’t asked to get knocked up and to have my entire existence screwed with.
“Are you mad at me?” His voice was hushed.
“I’m sure as hell not happy with you.” I stretched my legs out and rested my head against the back of my chair.
“You must know I’m worried about you too.”
“Excuse me, but you just made it very clear exactly how little I matter in the equation.”
“I was reacting to you saying you would be bored in the mountains. What I should have said was it’s not about you beingbored. Of course I want you safe.” He swallowed and when he continued he sounded breathless. “You’re my omega, Blade.”
He’d never said anything that possessive to me. Even though I liked to consider myself a more enlightened omega, it was hard to ignore how his words excited me and took my breath away. In the past this would have been a big moment, but in modern times it had become less important for an omega to seek the protection of an alpha.
“You don’t really believe that,” I muttered, ignoring how much I’d loved hearing him say I was his. I needed to keep my senses about me. After all, only weeks ago we’d loathed each other. Yes, things were a little different now, but I wasn’t sure if any of my emotions, or his, were real or just a gut reaction brought on by my carrying his child.
“I do so believe it.”
“You’re old-fashioned.”
He curled his lip. “I know you push me away because you’re afraid.”
“I’m not.”
“Of course you are. This is a huge thing that has happened.”
I pulled my gaze from his and lifted my chin.
“I give you a lot of leeway because I understand this situation is overwhelming.” He leaned toward me, his eyes a luminous yellow green. “But you’re carrying my child, and what isn’t negotiable is that you’re my omega. I’ll let you snarl and fight me to an extent, Blade. But ultimately you’re mine, and that will never change.”
His words seemed to physically dig into my flesh. A lusty prickle filled my gut, just like the night he’d claimed my body. There was a connection and a bond between us that pulled me to him. Even when I was mad at him, all he had to do was call me his omega and suddenly I wanted him so bad my entire body ached.
“I think you’re confused by this baby.” My voice wobbled.
“The child is important to me.”
“You and I have never exactly been fond of one another. To think we would belong to one another because of one night of lust is crazy.”
“We’ve been better about fighting all the time.”
“A little.” We’d actually been getting along really well the past weeks. Way better than I’d ever have imagined.
“You don’t annoy me as much.”
I gave a brusque laugh. “Wow. Thanks.”
He shrugged. “I think subconsciously I’ve always wanted you to submit to me. And when you didn’t, it pissed off the alpha in me. It made it easier to just dismiss you as a punk.”
I narrowed my gaze. “I don’t need an alpha.”
“Maybe so.” He flared his nostrils. “But you want one. I can smell your arousal from here.”
“That’s just lust. Lust is illogical.”
