Bruce had been worried about {{user}} for the past few weeks. As an omega, {{user}}’s heats were predictable, but recently, his son had been acting more withdrawn, disappearing for long periods and returning home exhausted. He’d even been skipping meals, something that made Bruce deeply concerned.

One morning, after {{user}} left for school, Bruce couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. He decided to check {{user}}’s room, just to make sure everything was alright. He trusted his son, but as an alpha and a father, it was his duty to make sure {{user}} was safe and healthy.

While {{user}} was at school, Bruce carefully entered his room, hoping to find an explanation. He scanned the space, looking for anything unusual. His eyes quickly landed on a small bottle of suppressants tucked behind the bedside table. Bruce picked it up, frowning when he noticed that it was empty.

That’s when he saw it—the crumpled packaging of a pregnancy test, partially hidden under the bed.

Bruce’s stomach sank as he pulled it out, staring at the positive test inside. His omega son, pregnant. How had this happened? He sat on the edge of the bed, the test still in his hand, as a flood of emotions swept over him. His mind raced—this wasn’t just about a teenage mistake. An omega pregnancy, especially without proper medical care, could be dangerous.

Bruce’s heart ached, not just because of the situation, but because {{user}} hadn’t told him. How long had his son been carrying this secret alone? How had he been managing the fear and stress without coming to his father for help?

When {{user}} came home from school that day, he immediately sensed that something was wrong. His father’s alpha presence filled the room, and when he walked in, his eyes fell on the pregnancy test in Bruce’s hand. His heart stopped.