The Boy's Pregnant

CAZRIEL’S POV

Even when I stepped back, the step didn't seem to reduce, it didn't even fade or stop, no.

Instead, it invaded my nostrils, making its way into the back of my throat, thick, suffocating and really…. really wrong.

I swallowed hard, pacing the and fro in the hallway, outside the cell, my jaws clenched tightly, eyes blazing with fury, my claws almost elongated and hurting.

The scent assaulted my senses in ways I didn't believe it could; raw, Omega heat.

But, it didn't feel normal, no.

This one was different, it had a twist to it; as though it had been made in a lab, broken to their command.

Just then, a voice rang behind me, but I didn't need to turn to know who it was.

“Alpha” I heard my beta, Kaan, call behind me. “This is important, you need to have a look”

I saw as he held out a scroll and without still looking, I ripped it from his grip, scanning it almost immediately.

There was more than one scroll, about three. They all looked half torn, I saw brown stains on the scroll and touched it with my fingers, then took a sniff.

“Blood” I muttered under my breath as I wiped it off and returned by gaze back to the scroll. There were reports of Alphas who had gone missing, packs raided and left soaked in blood and burnt to the ground.

And every survivor that was found all said the same gnarly words.

“They came for one boy….a pale looking Omega boy drenched in blood and sweat, eyes blazing as he ran, yelling into the wind”

I squinted my gaze, then flipped onto the next scroll, tossing the first one to the ground.

It looked like the first one, but shorter and there was an official seal stamped on it.

‘subject-RIVEN

PROJECT 9.

RESULTS; Omega subject escaped before it could be complete’

My breath hitched, my eyes widening as realization dawned on me.

They never wanted to kill the boy, no.

It was more than that. They wanted to extract something from him.

“Fuck…” I cursed under my breath, a low, guttural snarl rumbling from my throat.

But just as I tilted my head, I caught sight of the cell door creaking open.

“Riven!” I called but he was already out, one of his hands dragging along the wall as he walked like it was the only thing keeping him standing.

His shirt clung onto the sweat at his back as though it was a second skin, his breath rough and heavy like he had been running.

“I….I need….” He muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper, hoarse. “Pls….I…I need a bath”

He didn't wait for my approval, just kept walking as he spoke, his strides slow, stumbling, his foot instead but yet again, stubborn.

I walked behind him, not because I cared, but because I couldn't stop myself. And now he was outside, his scent had become even more suffocating and raw. Every guard post we passed was filled with soldiers writhing and howling even within forty feet. One wolf growled at the other, another Gamma half shifting, its sharp teeth elongated and baring, another young omega was on all fours, panting and howling like a rogue wolf.

I frowned, grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall before I could even think straight.

“Control your fucking wolf, boy” I snarled, my voice low, lips close to his ear. “Or I'll fucking rip it out of you”

He pursed his lips, whimpering, then nodded slowly, his eyes glassy with tears, pupils enlarged.

And when I let him go, he continued walking, then disappeared into the steam-filled halls of the bathhouse.

I stood at the door, but in less than ten seconds, I followed behind him, my boots echoing against the warm marble floor, dripping with water and steam, the air thick with soap and still…Riven's scent didn't fade, not even a little bit.

When I cornered into a bathroom, from a crack, I saw it. Water dripping against his skin, followed by his ragged, breathless gasps.

I pushed the door open and walked in without bothering to ask or even knock.

“You're in fucking heat, Riven. I've warned you, control your scent, it's driving my soldi…..” I stopped.

He didn't notice my presence at first.

He was standing in the center of the bathroom, naked, the steam curling around his body, his eyes fixed on his stomach, dragging his hands across his skin.

I widened my eyes, my breath hitching because there it was, just a little above his hips was the smallest, undeniable swell. His skin was stretched, as though something was growing inside his belly.

I tilted my head down and just beneath his stomach was his cock, soft, confirming he was really male….but pregnant?

Riven wasn't just pregnant, he was fucking male….a pregnant, fucking boy. Across his thighs were scar marks, some were still fresh and red while others had healed in time.

His eyes were still fixed on his stomach, chest heaving heavily, lips muttering something I could barely hear over and over again.

“No…no, goddess, no. It's…it can't be real….” But just as he turned his head and caught sight of me, he suddenly yelled out, raw and broken.

Then, he fell to the ground, curled into a corner, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees, pulling them closer to his chest.

“Don't…. Don't fucking look at me! DON'T!!” He yelled.

I said nothing, didn't move, didn't even blink.

Without telling them to, my elongated claws retracted back normally and just like that, my whole body shut down.

“What….what did they put inside you?” I muttered quietly under my breath.

He shook his head, burning his head into his arms, then spoke in a low, muffled tone. “I…I have no idea”

“Bullshit” I snarled.

He shot his head up, eyes blazing with anger. “I said I don't fucking know!!!” He screamed, got to his feet, lunging for his clothes almost immediately then tried to rush past me but half way, his legs gave out, buckling beneath him.

But I caught him before he could fall to the ground, our bodies coming in contact, heat to heat, skin to fucking skin.

And that scent….that sweet, filthy scent hit me once again like an intoxicating drug.

My hands gripped his arms, not tight, just enough to keep him up. His breath caught against my collarbone. “Stop,” he said, his voice shaking. “Please… don’t touch me. I can’t—”

“I won’t hurt you.” I spoke up.

He still flinched. Then he looked up, his eyes shiny with tears. “Why did I run into your territory?” he whispered like he was answering a question I didn’t ask. “Because you’re the only one they’re scared of.”

That shut me up. He was shaking all over, all bones and fear. “They’ll come for me,” he choked out. “If they find me… they’ll cut it out. They’ll cut me open.”

I caught his face in one hand before he collapsed again, gentle, my grip firm but not tight enough to hurt him.

"Not if I find them first."

He looked at me, shocked. "What if it's a monster?" he whispered to himself.

"Then I'll kill it," I said. Pause. "But not until I know what it is." My fingers hovered above his belly. Not touching. Not yet. "You're not dying here, boy."

I walked him back to his bed. Didn't carry him, he wouldn't have let me. I sat outside the room after that. Scratched my fingers across the map on the war room table, blood marked the borders, rogue activity increased near the Order's old hunting grounds and all the pieces were coming together too fast.

Someone burst in. “Alpha,” the guard breathed heavily. “You need to see this.”

He took me outside to the trees near the eastern border. Burned into the bark, deep and black….a symbol I hadn’t seen in three years.

“The mark of the Order” I muttered under my breath.

And below it, a torn piece of cloth. Pale. Ripped. Riven’s cloak.

“They know where he is,” the guard said.

My voice was low and deadly. “Double the guards. Move the boy to the safe room. If anyone touches him again….” I turned slowly, my eyes blazing, “.....I’ll kill them.”

I walked back to the dark room, I stood at the door without entering. Inside, Riven was curled up on the bed, one arm across his stomach.

I heard him whisper. “Don’t grow too fast. Don’t make a sound. Please… don’t make me love you.”

I pressed my hand to the wall near him, feeling the heat through the stone, but said nothing.

Just then, I heard footsteps behind me and turned to the direction.

A woman, she was draped in royalty and war.

She took slow, calculated strides towards me, her eyes blazing, arms swinging elegantly as she walked.

And when she got near, she spoke up in the most sultry, commanding voice ever. “I need to see the boy, now”

I raised a brow, the corner of my lips curling into a smirk as I straightened my spine and walked towards her.

“Is that an order or…..a fucking threat?” I snarled.

She said nothing.

“You know what I do to people who come to my territory demanding the impossible?” I continued, this time, my wolf was getting excited, growling and howling under my skin. “I drag them to hell….myself”

“I need to see the boy…I know he's here” the woman said again.

“And I'll ask again….is that an order or a threat?”