Page 66 of Bullied Forced Omega
He scoffs. “I’ve been eating all day, Mira, take it. And there’s more in the kitchen anyway.”
“Jeepers, what is wrong with me,” I sigh, hungrily starting on his plate too.
“You pushed too hard. I’m not letting you go back to work tonight, Mira. We can see how you’re doing tomorrow. Maybe you caught something?”
“Wolves don’t get sick,” I laugh, shaking my head.
“No, but they do reach levels of exhaustion that can be dangerous,” he scolds.
I bite at my lower lip and nod. “OK, I’ll stay in bed,” I agree. Honestly, I’m so tired I can’t even imagine sitting down in front of the computer right now.
After dinner, Jace tucks me back in. “I’m right outside the door. Call my name, and I’ll be here in seconds,” he says.
I fall asleep and don’t wake up until the next morning.
My body is still aching, and my stomach is screaming for food. This isn’t right. Something is very wrong with me, and Mika insists she knows exactly what it is.
Reluctant to accept it, I wait until Jace has left for the morning, then I head into town to get a test for myself. There’s only one way to settle this debate and show Mika that she’s wrong. Except, even before I do the test, I know she’s right.
Mika is spinning with excitement as I stand in my bathroom with the test on my sink, counting down the minutes. All the way back home, I was tense. The little brown pharmacy bag on the car seat next to me seemed like an alarm. Loud. In my face. Stressful.
Yes, I want to be pregnant. I want to have a family. Of course I do. I would be thrilled to become a mother.
But what does this mean for Jace?
His duty calls for him to create the future Alpha. His duty forced him to be with me to fulfill that need. But what kind of father will he be? What life will my baby have?
The timer on my phone rings and I jump in fright. Jeez, I’m tense.
Two lines. Two solid lines.
Mika howls, her excitement is like a tidal wave of electricity as it shoots through me and makes every hair on my body stand up.
My heart leaps and sinks.
He won’t touch me again. He only slept with me to breed. Now that I have given him the baby he wanted, he will have no reason to be with me. That part of our connection is over now.
The thought is painful. It shows me how much I was enjoying his closeness. And it terrifies me. I let my heart get involved, and now I’m about to feel the pain of rejection again. Not the same rejection, but a rejection nonetheless.
All day, I move about in a daze, waiting for Jace to come home. I have to tell him right away. It wouldn’t be right of me to keep it from him. Besides, with the way my head is, I wouldn’t be able to act normal around him anyway.
I cook roast chicken and a huge assortment of vegetables, along with roast potatoes. I make lemon tart and vanilla biscuits. I make homemade ice cream and caramel fudge.
“Hi, little wolf,” he calls out as he walks in. “Fuck me, it smells like heaven in here. What did you make?” he asks, excited as he walks into the kitchen.
I blush. “Um, everything, I guess,” I say nervously.
He looks around, and his brows shoot up. “Damn, girl, are we hosting a party?” he chuckles, picking up a piece of fudge and popping it into his mouth. “Oh my word, oh wow, that is amazing,” he sighs with satisfaction.
Jace steps close to me and hugs me, kissing my cheek.
“Seriously, though, what is all of this for?” he asks.
I sigh and step away from him, anxiety bubbling through me.
“I cook when I’m nervous,” I admit.
“Ok… you must be very nervous then? Talk to me, little wolf,” he says gently.
