Chapter 106

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 cum 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, t