Page 45 of Broken Alpha
Tears filled my eyes before I could stop them, unable to stop the sob that accompanied them. Kneeling in front of me, Luke tried to rub my shoulders, then down my arms before settling on holding my hands, his pheromones surrounding us to calm my distress.
“We’re going to starve!” I sobbed out, voicing the fear I had held in since the first bout of morning sickness.
“You’re not going to starve, little fawn,” Luke said softly, his Alpha’s purr vibrating in his chest. “We’ll just find things you can keep down. We know the pup likes those strawberry milkshakes and fries. We’ll figure it out.”
“We can’t survive on strawberry milkshakes and french fries.”
“Certainly not with that attitude.”
I glared at him, brushing the tears from my face. I really wanted that eggplant rollatini.
“What can I do to help?” Luke asked.
“Bond me.”
His hands, which had returned to running up and down my arms to soothe me, froze on my biceps. Even his purr died in his chest. I glanced at him, amusement gone from his expression as he looked back at me.
“I know today has been a lot, but —”
“No,” I said flatly. “Don’t give me that bullshit. I won’t lie and say this isn’t about your family because part of it is, but you would do it anyway, right? You said you would! Having a bond with my mate will help ease the morning sickness. I looked into it, and a lot of research supports this theory! Maybe I could keep food down better. Maybe the pup knows we’re not bonded, and it’s anxious, and that’s why I’m so sick! Worst case, nothing changes, but if it does…do you not want to be bonded anymore?”
“Of course I do, baby!” Luke cried, his voice loud against the tile. “But the last time I attempted, it didn’t go well, and negative emotions fueled it. I want this to be different.”
“Would it be so bad even if it was fueled by negativity? Once we’re bonded, your family will have to accept me, or they can not be a part of their grandbaby’s life. Once we’re bonded, you can’t bond with someone else unless I’m dead.”
“Don’t talk about your death so casually, Aidyn.”
A dark cloud crossed the features of his face, his eyes hardening as if in anger. He rarely used my name, preferring to use nicknames instead, so I knew he didn’t appreciate my comment.
“I’m not. I’m simply stating a fact. Pregnancy and birth are hard on male Omegas; it’s why our pups come early. I’m simply stating a potential reality.”
“A reality I don’t want to entertain, thank you very much. You won’t starve, and you and the pup will be fine. Ryan isn’t even concerned.”
“Your parents have the next five to six months to push and push. They’ll stop when I’m bonded because nothing can be done then. You can’t bond with another Omega. I won’t have them take you away from me, from us, and I refuse to go through this pregnancy with that threat looming above our heads.”
Reaching out, I took his hand in mine, and I fought to put my emotions into words. “Those that are bonded have said that it feels like a mental connection, a presence in your mind that you know is your partner. I need to feel you there. I need to feel that you’re mine and by my side. I refuse to go through this pregnancy with the threat of your parents trying to ambush me any chance they get.”
“Fine,” Luke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “When?”
“Now?” I suggested, trying to pull a playful grin.
Luke turned his hardened gaze toward me again, but this time, it was also different. I saw the heat behind the glare.
“Why don’t you pack away dinner? Call Dr. Easton if you have to. I’ll brush my teeth and get ready for you.”
Luke still looked unconvinced, but he helped me to my feet, pulling out his phone as I brushed my teeth. I could hear his low conversation, no doubt harassing Dr. Easton with questions. This would take some time, allowing me to implement my idea.
I silently slipped into the bedroom, shutting the door quietly, and moved toward my half of the dresser, setting my glasses on the nightstand. Kneeling, I opened the drawer and pushed aside the clothing that hid the lingerie that I had purchased on a whim a few weeks ago. While it came in a set, I opted to pull out the panties. Lately, my nipples have been hurting to the point that wearing my piercing was becoming painful as it rubbed against my shirts, so I ended up removing it a few days ago. The idea of lace against them made my skin crawl. Nothing chafe-worthy, please.
The panties were designed more like a jockstrap with lace straps that would cup my ass and present it nicely for my Alpha. It had a sheer front, but the indigo coloring made it harder to see my cock behind the fabric. But my favorite part, and why I had bought it, was a little frilled skirt at the waist. It was made of the same lace and wasn’t lengthy at all. It may have stuck out half an inch, but it looked adorable. A mating bond was the perfect time to wear it. Or so I told myself.
I contemplated pulling out the thigh-high stockings as well, but I remembered Luke’s comment about wanting his mark on my thigh and felt they would only get in the way. My face warmed at what we were about to do as I quickly got undressed, slipping the lace on, and admired myself in the mirror. The blue looked stunning against my pale skin, and the skirt tucked itself under my little bump, making it more notable than before.
“Okay, I called Ryan, and holy fuck—”
Luke stalled in his steps as he entered the bedroom, his eyes falling on me, mouth agape. I grinned and spun slowly so he could get a good look at the lingerie. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he tossed his phone onto the floor, quickly removing his shirt and pants, his boxers tenting obscenely at the groin.
“You like?” I mused, knowing the answer.
