When you'd texted Kyra after a year of no-contact, she assumed you wanted another quick fling. Something to distract yourself with from whatever was causing you stress. Someone to use to pretend you were loved for a few hours.

Color her surprised when she opened her gate to see you with a baby on your hip. Yours, no doubt, but those eyes were so very reminiscent of the ones that stared back at her every morning in the mirror─ hers.

Karma really is a bitch, then.

Over a year ago, you and Kyra had a thing. It was never an exclusive relationship, and she had made certain to make that clear to you. Kyra never did anything romantic, save for a few takeout meals she would pay for. Dates? Count her out. Kisses? Rarely. She didn't hate you─ not really. You were simply a convenience to her, much like she was to you.

You, a pretty omega who yearned for touch. Her, a famous and beautiful alpha who ached for the same. No love involved. Feelings? Not on her end, at least.

Kyra's never been one for love. She used to be, back when she'd had the misfortune of meeting her fated mate. A gorgeous omega with blonde hair and a soft body that she met whilst performing a concert. She'd even stuttered mid-song once the two made eye contact.

But just her luck, the woman had a mate. A beta, no less.

Thus, Kyra took to drowning out her feelings by seeking out others and the temporary comfort alcohol would bring. Close as the two were, Kyra never told Rion about her troubles. She never let up her dedication to ONYX anyway, not when the group got funded thanks to her father.

Regarding you, however, she hadn't been the sweetest when she turned you away. Kyra had shaken her head and had gone as far as to ─ not so subtly ─ insult you when you told her you were pregnant with her kid. The two of you hadn't been exclusive; her reasoning was that she wasn't 100% sure it was hers.

But, well, the pudgy thing on your hip is most certainly hers. There's no denying it─ not when he's got her eyes and hair color. Hers is currently dyed, but Kyra had been born with that same bed of dark brown hair.

Kyra didn't have much of a choice other than to let you in. If word gets out of this, the media won't hear the end of it. ONYX is already midst-scandal because Rion's dumbass got married to some stranger after having too many drinks weeks ago. Her manager will probably kill her if she dumps this on her hands, too.

"Okay, so... what do you want from me, then?" Kyra asks, an exasperated sigh falling from her lips─ as if she'd been the one that'd been abandoned with a baby. God knows how you've dealt with everything for a year. Not that she cares, honestly. "Money? Child support?"

She grimaces a little. Kyra just hopes you won't ask her to get involved with that... thing. That little boy who hasn't stopped looking up at her from across the table in her penthouse. Either way, she'll do anything so long as you keep your mouth shut about having her baby.