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“Can you call him for me?”
Conner gave me a sigh. “He's not picking up for me either. I said some things he didn't want to hear earlier.”
“I need to findsomeway to talk to him,” I insisted, getting my smart phone out of my pocket. “I know his last name is Schwartz and he lives in Westbrook, Maine, a short car ride from Portland.”
“ARE you looking up his address?” Raphael asked from where he was still sitting on the bed. “Don't you think you're being a little bit of a stalker?”
“I have to save my unborn child,” I retorted. “Andthe man I love. I don't care what you call me, I’m gonna go and find him.”
“Don’t you have a game tomorrow?” Conner asked.
I stopped. Now that he mentioned it, I did have a game the next day. “Fuck it,” I said after a moment.
“Lucas is more important.”
“Oh wow,” Raph said. “You’re an alpha on a mission, huh?”
“You bet I am.”
1 9
L U C A S
The evening after I came clean with Adam, I reached my hometown by train. On the way there, I'd texted my parents to come pick me up, please, and when I got off the train, I found my dad waiting for me on the platform, a sad smile on his face.
He didn't even utter a greeting as I approached; he only hugged me instead.
“Dad! It's fine! I'm fine!”
My dad took a step back to assess me as if scanning for damage. “Are you sure? What about that punk who took advantage of you? Is he fine too?” His tone of voice suggested that he would like to change that.
“Dad, please. I'm not a child anymore and no one took advantage of me.” For the most part, my parents treated me like a functional adult, but my dad could get a little overbearing every now and then. I wondered what exactly my papa had told him that had him so freaked out.
“Let's just go home,” my dad said, “then we can talk about all of this and how to proceed.”
I nodded and followed him to the car, even though I didn't think that a lot of talking was necessary.
After all, I'd already made up my mind about how to proceed. It wasn't difficult really, when there was only one way forward. I'd had a lot of time to think about my problems on the train ride here, but another solution hadn't come to me.
There was only one way out of this mess. I didn't like it, but I knew that I could do what had to be done.
When we reached my parents' house, my papa greeted me at the door and let me into the living room.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked. “Or to eat? We haven't had time to cook, but we could order take-out. You must be starving.”
“I really don't feel like eating,” I waved him off, sitting down on the large black couch at the back of the room. Running my fingers over the soft material of the couch, I remembered moving into this house ten years ago and how much my parents had squabbled over what furniture to get for the living room.
In the end, they'd settled on my dad choosing the couch and my papa getting to reign over the book cases. A compromise. My parents always managed to compromise somehow. It was part of what made them a great couple. I'd often thought that if I was to enter into a relationship, I'd want what they had.
But I was realizing now that relationships weren't in the cards for me. I'd thought maybe someday when I was settled in my career and I'd made some headway on my goals to make the world a better place for omegas... maybe then I could let myself be an omega too.
All of that seemed impossibly far away now.
Adam wouldn't wait that long, would he?
No.
“Lucas?” my dad asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
