How Would He React?
How Would He React?
~Lyra~
He needs to know
Because if I’m pregnant…
If I’m actually pregnant…
Then this is real. Not just in a fantasy way. Not just in the kinky, dirty, breed–me–Daddy kind of way that made my toes curl and my back arch every time he whispered mine into my mouth while I was trembling under him. This isn’t just about what happened on the bed. Or the desk. Or the balcony. Or all those times he knotted me so deep I couldn’t think straight for hours afterward.
This is about my body. Changing. Growing something. Someone. His.
Because if I’m pregnant, that means there’s an actual baby inside me. A little Alpha or Omega forming from all the c*m he stuffed inside me while I moaned and begged for it and told him I wanted this. That I could take it. That I needed it.
And I did.
God, I did.
But that was then.
Right now, I’m scared.
Not completely terrified. Not like I regret anything. But scared in that chest–aching, throat–tightening, I–don’t–know–how–to–breathe kind of way. Scared like the world just tilted and I’m still trying to find something to hold onto.
I’m eighteen.
I haven’t even figured out my major yet.
I still eat ice cream with a plastic spoon straight out of the tub while watching cheesy romance movies at night. I cry when I get yelled at. I talk too much when I’m nervous, I chew my nails. I get distracted easily.
And now there might be a baby.
Inside me.
A baby with Damon’s eyes. With his dark hair. With that little snarl in its lips. A baby who might grow up to growl like him. Or say Daddy in that bratty little voice I always use when I want his hand
And suddenly, I’m whispering to myself in the bathroom mirror like it’s a therapy session.
“Okay, Lyra. You can do this.”
I straighten my shoulders.
I exhale through my nose.
my throat.
I look myself dead in the eyes even though my cheeks are still flushed, and my pupils are still huge, and I can
still feel slick clinging to my inner thighs like I haven’t fully recovered from what we did.
How Would He React?
“You can do this,” I whisper again, louder this time, nodding like that will make it true You’re just gols tell him. You’re going to take a deep breath and call him. Or maybe text first. Maybe ease into it. Be Be normal. Be–oh f**k, how do you casually tell the most dangerous Alpha you’ve ever met that you might be carrying his knot baby?”
I shake my hands out. I pace the tile floor. I rub my stomach again like it’s a magic 8–ball that’s going to give me the answers if I shake it hard enough.
“Okay, maybe something like… ‘Hey, I know this is random, but remember that time you pinned me to your desk and told me I was going to take your c*m like a good girl? Yeah, so…. turns out I did. And now I might be pregnant. Want to grab lunch and talk about it?”
I groan.
“Too casual. Way too casual. That sounds like I’m inviting him to Panera Bread to discuss baby names
I start again, pacing faster, hands waving, voice muttering like I’m rehearsing for a play that could determine whether I live or die.
“Okay, new idea. What about: ‘Damon, we need to talk. It’s serious. Don’t freak out, but I think I might be pregnant. I haven’t taken a test yet, but I’ve missed my period, and I know my body, and I’m scared, and I need
you.”
I pause.
That one hits different.
I close my eyes and whisper it again to myself, slower this time.
“I need you.”
And I do.
Because I don’t know how to do this alone.
Because even if I am a little scared, even if I’m not ready, even if my life is turning upside down faster than I can process it–he always made me feel like I was safe. Like I was protected. Like nothing could touch me as long as he was near.
Would he be happy?
That thought hits me like a punch to the chest.
Would Damon actually want this?
Would he be furious?
Would he say it was a mistake?
Would he tell me I was reckless? That I should’ve tracked my heat better? That he w. d me but I didn’t listen because I was too busy moaning and crying and begging him to knot me harder?
Or…
Would he smile?
Would he touch my stomach?
Would he pull me close and say of course, like he always meant to fill me with his babies? Like that was the
< How Would He React?
plan all along?
My breath catches in my throat and I swallow hard, staring at myself in the mirror as my thoughts start spinning again.
“Does he even like babies? But wait a minute. He had tasha. So definitely he treated her nicely when she was born right? Or maybe because she was a girl. I whisper, voice barely there. “What if our child turns out to be a boy? Would he treat him differently”
The second the words left my mouth, I blinked at myself in the mirror like I was expecting some magical answer to pop out of the sink drain. But no, there was just me–sweaty, puffy–lipped, flushed like I’d just had a panic attack and an orgasm at the same time, staring at my own reflection with a kind of blank horror.
“But come to think of it.” I said, grabbing paper towels to blot my face even though I looked like I’d been dragged through a storm of hormones. “Have I ever heard him talk about babies? No. Not once. Not ever. He talks about killing rogues. He talks about territory lines. He talks about punishing people. He talks about…
knotting.”
I groaned. “So much knotting.”
“But like… has he ever seen a stroller and said, ‘Aww‘?” I asked myself, throwing the paper towel in the trash with way too much force. “Has he ever held a baby? What if he hates babies? What if he thinks babies are annoying and loud and sticky and they cry too much and interrupt his brooding?”
I gasped dramatically.
“What if he thinks babies are weak?”
My hands flew to my face again. “Oh my God, what if he thinks I’m weak now? Like, here I am, walking around with his baby maybe forming in my uterus like a little Alpha bean and instead of being like ‘wow, that’s hot, he’s like ‘ew, responsibility.”
I started pacing again, slapping my thighs with each step like I was in a courtroom and I was the chaotic lawyer and the terrified client all at once.
“What if he calls me a liability?” I muttered, mocking his voice under my breath. “You’ve been compromised, kitten. You’re soft now. I can’t knot you on the balcony anymore because you’re carrying a future Alpha and you need to stay hydrated and wear sensible shoes.“”
I gagged.
“Sensible shoes, Damon? Really? I’m barely eighteen and I already don’t know who I am anymore.”
I spun around and pointed at my reflection with both hands like I was on a game show and had just guessed the wrong answer.
“Does he like babies? I don’t know! I don’t know anything! He likes cigars, he likes cool, he likes growling in my ear while he’s balls deep inside me, and he likes saying ‘mine‘ like I’m some kina chew toy he doesn’t want to share.”
I pressed both palms to the counter, exhaled slowly, and stared at the sink.
“Okay. So maybe he doesn’t like babies. But what if he likes his babies? Like… maybe he doesn’t want to coo over someone else’s newborn, but if it’s his, he’d be like, ‘That’s my bloodline, don’t let it touch anything dirty, give it a knife.”
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How Would He React?
I paused.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, blinking. “What if our baby has a knife before it has teeth?”
And then I laughed.
I actually laughed. Loud. Breathless. Slightly hysterical.
I clutched my chest and shook my head, and somewhere between the panic and the confusion and the hormone–fueled disaster running through my bloodstream, I felt something warm. Something scary.
Something… real.
Because as terrifying as it all is?
As absolutely chaotic and not–ready–for–this as I feel?
The idea of Damon holding a baby–our baby–with one hand wrapped protectively around its tiny little body while growling at anyone who looked at it wrong?
Kind of made my heart flutter.
And also my p***y clench.
“Okay,” I said to myself again, firmer now. “You can do this. You’re going to tell him. You’re going to march your maybe–pregnant ass right out of this bathroom and face the Alpha who ruined you, and you’re not going to cry. Or faint. Or throw up. Probably.”
I grabbed my phone. Stepped toward the door. Took one deep breath to psych myself up and remind myself that I was strong, I was grown, and I was about to go tell the Alpha who ruined my body and maybe gave me his baby that I was very possibly pregnant and extremely emotionally unstable about it.
And then, just as I opened the door to leave-
Boom.
I bumped straight into someone.
I stumbled back with a little gasp, and before I could even register what just happened, I looked up and there
she was.
Of course.
Tasha.
With her arms crossed and her b***h–face set to maximum. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom with two of her plastic little backup dancers flanking her like she was queen of the slut–shaming committee and I had just walked onto her red carpet pregnant and glowing.
And they weren’t just walking in.
They were waiting.
She had planned this.
“Oh wow,” Tasha sneered, looking me up and down like I was dirt. “Look who it is. The girl who let my dad f**k her. You slut. You couldn’t keep your legs closed for one summer, could you?”
I blinked.
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Once.
Twice.
Then I quickly tilted my phone screen away from her line of sight and clicked the home button before she could see the big bold notification from my Flo app practically screaming “YOU’RE LATE.” I shoved it in the back pocket of my jeans like it didn’t hold the entire record of my possibly life–altering s****1 choices.
And then I smiled.
Because I was tired.
Because I was hormonal.
Because I was this close to either bursting into tears or slapping someone.
And because I simply did not have the f*****g time.
“Oh please,” I said, rolling my eyes so hard they nearly flew out of my skull. “Enough, Tasha. Get out of the way. I thought we already had this conversation. You threw the fit. I survived it. We moved on. I’m not going to keep explaining myself to you like I owe you some kind of purity report on my vagina!”
She didn’t move.
So I stepped closer.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Not flinching.
“Grow up! Get over it! There is nothing you can do! Your Dad is my MATE! Just live with it,” I said, my voice low and cold now. “Now get the hell out of my way. I need to be somewhere.”
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