Chapter 4 Sleep with the pup’s father

Piper

Six weeks later

“Congratulations, Miss Piper. You’re six weeks pregnant.”

The words echoed in my ears, hollow and distant, like they came from underwater. For a second, I thought I’d misheard her. The white walls of the doctor’s office seemed to tilt slightly, and my hands felt numb in my lap.

I stared at her. “I’m… what?”

The doctor offered a big smile. “You’re six weeks pregnant, ma’am. Congratulations. You have a little pup growing inside you.”

A pup. Did she just say a pup?

My brain froze on the word.

“Miss Piper, are you okay?” she asked, but I couldn’t answer. The room had gone deathly silent. No one moved. Then, before I even realized what I was doing, I raised my hand and slapped myself hard. The sharp crack echoed through the room, and my cheek stung instantly.

“Ma’am!” the doctor gasped, rushing toward me. “What on earth are you doing? You’ll hurt yourself!”

I laughed. I couldn’t stop it. The sound burst out of me. “What the fuck… that slap fucking hurts,” I whispered between shaky breaths. “This isn’t a dream. This is real.”

The doctor hesitated. “Y-yes, this is real. You’re really pregnant, Miss Piper.”

The words hit me again, harder this time.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head as panic clawed up my throat. “No, this is impossible. This can’t be real. Please, check it again. You must have made a mistake.” I leaned forward, desperate. “Please, run another test. I’ll pay whatever you want, just run another test. Just tell me this is some kind of medical mistake.”

The doctor sighed, her voice soft but firm. “There’s no mistake, Miss Piper. Besides, you came in because you suspected, didn’t you?”

My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. She was right. That was why I came. Because deep down, I already knew I was pregnant. The nausea, the dizziness, the exhaustion. The damn morning sickness I kept pretending was food poisoning. And that stupid test I took at home, the one I threw straight in the trash because I couldn’t stand to look at it.

I couldn’t believe it then, and I didn’t want to believe it now. There’s no way. No fucking way!

It was just a one-night stand. One stupid, reckless night. I’d lost my virginity to a complete stranger because of those damn hormones, and now this?

My throat closed up, and the room felt smaller by the second. I pressed my trembling hands to my face, the sting from the slap still there, reminding me this wasn’t a dream.

The doctor cleared her throat softly. “There’s… another serious thing, Miss Piper.”

I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. God, whatever she had to say couldn’t possibly be worse than finding out I was pregnant. Right?

She shifted in her seat, looking uncomfortable. “You know you’re an omega, correct?”

I lifted my head slowly, giving her a blank stare. “That’s not exactly breaking news, Doctor. Everyone in the pack knows I’m an omega.”

She forced a small smile anyway. “The thing is, the child you’re carrying has an Alpha blood.”

“A-and?”

“The pup growing inside you, its father is an Alpha, and a powerful one at that,” she said carefully. “It’s more than what an Omega can handle. Honestly, it’s a miracle you’ve been able to carry an Alpha pup this far. I’ve never seen an Omega sustain one before.”

Her words blurred together after that, something about biology, genetics, survival rates, but none of it registered. I just stared at her, frozen, and unable to speak.

Finally, she cleared her throat. “Well… since you’re an Omega, Miss Piper, that means you’ll need additional nutrition to carry your pup safely.”

“W-what kind of nutrition?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her cheeks flushed a deep, burning red. “The nutrition I mean, Miss Piper, is the pup’s father’s semen,” she coughed, flustered. “You will need to, um… have regular sexual intercourse with the pup’s father to keep the pregnancy stable.”

My mouth dropped open. I just stared at her.

For a long moment, the room was utterly silent.

“I’m sorry,” I said flatly, my voice trembling with disbelief. “You’re telling me that to keep this miracle Alpha pup alive, I have to—”

“Maintain contact with the father, yes,” she interrupted quickly, as if saying it faster might make it sound less insane. “You have to sleep with the pup’s father at least three times a week, and he has to, you know… release inside you. It triggers hormones that keep the pup healthy and makes it easier for you to carry the child.”

I sank back into my chair, my chest tight with panic. I didn’t even know what terrified me more, the fact that I was pregnant, or the fact that I had absolutely no idea who the father was. There were so many alphas at the party last night. Where would I start looking?

I didn’t even know his name.

“And if I don’t find the pup’s father?” I asked.

The doctor sighed, eyes suddenly very serious. “If you don’t find him and try to carry this pregnancy on your own, you won’t just lose the pup, you could lose your life. For your life and the pup’s, you have to find him by all cost.”