“Except being fertile,” Alisa chided.Matias was quick to give her a warning look.“But she is right, I’m not fertile,” Carrie said for the first time since Alisa had asked the question. “How could I be pregnant?”All eyes were on her once more.“Has there been any record of someone experiencing infertility having successfully impregnated?” Monee asked, scientific as ever.It made Carrie a little queasy. She never liked being a statistic. Greg tightened his arm that was around her, sensing her unease.“Infertility is rare in the first place, I don’t think there would be any records about a pregnancy,” Mandy answered. “No one said it was impossible either.”She was right. Carrie had scoured the libraries, the internet for all the information she could get about infertility, and none of the case studies she read, even in recent times, mentioned someone getting pregnant.“Do you also believe it’s true?” The Alpha leader replied to her daughter.“Grandmother is right, all the signs point
“I’ve never heard of it happening before!” Alisa insisted, obviously unconvinced of Roberta’s theory. But when she looked at Carrie, bringing her nose up and sniffing, her face contorted in an unreadable frown.Pregnant Omegas have a significant smell to them. Carrie knew this after all the training she got from her mother. Oftentimes, the pregnant Omega wouldn’t smell of it, but some, especially those who had already birthed a pup, could sense it a week or two after the impregnation.Carrie had been with Omega during their pregnancies. She had assisted both her cousin and her brother-in-law, so Carrie knew what to do when someone was with a pup. She just didn’t know what to do when it was she who was pregnant. She didn’t even know how to react!The words struck her like a bell, each one echoing deep inside, louder than reason.She felt her whole body stiffen at Alisa’s question earlier, and she was glad to finally sit down. Otherwise, she would be on the floor, carrying the weight of
“This can’t be right,” Alisa had said, looking over at Roberta and Mandy. Disbelief was written all over her face as she looked back at them. “You can’t be pregnant!”“I’m sorry, pregnant?” Carrie said in confusion. She placed a hand on her belly involuntarily as she said the word.“How?” Greg managed to say, his voice shaky with surprise. Pulling his mate closer, he looked around the corridor, gauging his companions’ reactions. Darius had his usual neutral expression, Lester looked like he just heard something illegal, a frown was deepening the wrinkles on his sire’s forehead, Monee’s mouth was slightly ajar as if she paused mid-word, Roberta looked as surprised as her daughter despite being the one who raised the concern. In contrast, his grandparents and Mandy were smiling. “What do you mean she’s pregnant? What’s happening?” He asked his half-sister. Even to himself, Greg sounded helpless. Who could blame him? He hardly understood what was happening. It hit like a quiet explosi
The rancid smell of her vomit made Carrie retch even more. It was a vicious cycle of vomiting and tasting the acid in her mouth, and smelling the acrid vomit, and then vomiting once again.She heaved violently as sharp, wet convulsions made her eyes water. She was already kneeling on the floor, knees weak from nausea and exhaustion.It started in a slow unease early this morning. Carrie passed the unwelcome weight in the gut as anxiety from meeting Greg’s family. It grew with every passing second, but she set it aside.Occasionally, Carrie’s mouth watered in a strange, unusual way, the kind that doesn’t soothe but warns. She barely survived the main course. Smells, even the faintest ones, turned suddenly sharp, sour, and unbearable.Then all of a sudden, it hit her. A rolling, dizzying swell that gripped her stomach and chest, tightening like a fist. There was no time to think, just a desperate lurch at the bowl as her body surrendered.Carrie flushed the toilet for the third time sin
“Carrie?” Greg called after his mate, but she was already dashing past the door.The mahogany feet of his chair made a sharp scraping noise with how abruptly he stood. Carrie’s exit had been more startling, though.“Excuse me,” he managed to say before speeding to where Carrie ran off to.The etiquette lessons he took in boarding school would have him excuse himself quietly from the table and wait for the approval of the head of the family, but his chest was already swimming in worry.He would apologize later once he made sure Carrie was okay and found out what was happening. Right now, his heart was beating faster than his footsteps.“Left,” Darius said, pointing at the left corridor as he approached.Greg nodded appreciatively, not stopping his pseudo run.Running was prohibited inside the mansion, with all the vases, glass displays, carvings, sculptures, and valuables scattered all around the house. As much as Greg wanted to sprint to where Carrie was, the rules of the house were e
Carrie kept a soft smile on her face despite the sour taste in her mouth and the thudding in her chest.They started eating. The dishes in“Tell me how you two met,” Roberta said in a weirdly warm tone.Carrie shot Greg a questioning look, not sure whether to take the lead in telling the story and not exactly convinced about how easy this was going.The Alpha mirrored her confusion and unease before turning to Mandy. Carrie’s gaze shifted between the two, who were clearly having a silent conversation.A minute later, Mandy was telling everyone the story of how Carrie and her brother met, mentioning things Greg did and events Carrie wasn’t aware of. It was mostly she, Lester, and Roberta talking with occasional mocking comments from Monee and embarrassed grunts from Greg. For her part, Carrie nodded when needed, laughing when everyone laughed, which was more frequent than she expected.She was thankful for the young Omega. Carrie wouldn’t be able to tell the story that enthusiastically