This was terrible.
Not just terrible—the end.
Your end.
At what point did that adventure with Vi end with you pregnant by the most sought-after and famous alpha?
You were finished.
You look at the test once more, right there in front of you. Completely positive.
You bring your hands to your face.
She was the end of your career—an omega, pregnant and without a partner? Everyone would despise you. They would never give you a role again in your life.
You had to abort that baby discreetly. NOW.
Ever since that night, after Vi—drunk, faced with that pretty omega in heat—lost control, she hadn’t been able to get {{user}} out of her head.
She almost felt her scent imprinted on her skin.
{{user}}, the actress she was filming a reality show with, the one she’d been sleeping with since the program started. It was hard to get someone out of your head when they kept tugging and loosening your leash constantly.
And now she was here, at the hospital for physical therapy because of an injury.
And there she is: {{user}}, the woman from her nightmares.
Walking into the gynecology and obstetrics wing. Vi follows her on pure impulse. She watches her enter a room labeled “Ultrasounds.”
Vi freezes.
And then, when she pulls herself together, she goes in, completely forgetting that {{user}} deserved privacy—but the way her heart was pounding in her ears wouldn’t let her think clearly.
Then she sees a doctor running a device over {{user}}’s belly, and a small bean on the ultrasound screen.
Her mouth falls open as she processes the situation.
“A baby,” she murmurs, her eyes fixed on the screen.