Page 114 of Omega Tricked

“Just keep talking. Don’t stop and go off track.”

“You’re going to think I’m nuts. But I’m not.”

“Dylan,” I said impatiently. “Tell me what you need to tell me. I don’t understand what’s happening. Everything was fine, and now you’re talking in riddles.”

He clenched his jaw. “Solar eclipse omegas can have babies.”

“Okay.” I frowned. “Lots of omegas have babies.”

He sighed. “Solar eclipse omegas are only male.”

A thick silence followed his statement while I struggled to understand his meaning. At first I thought I must have heard him wrong. I frowned at him, and he looked away. The only thing I could get from his face was that he was scared. “You said that you’re a solar eclipse omega.”

“Yes.”

I squinted. “And you’re saying that these male omegas can have… can have babies?”

He nodded, looking even paler than before.

I swallowed. “Are you…” I laughed gruffly. “Are you saying thatyoucan have babies?”

He looked like he was about to be ill, but he nodded slowly.

My mouth dropped open. I wanted to laugh, but he didn’t look like this was a joke. He looked like he was at a funeral. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“It gets worse.”

I stared in confusion. “It does?”

“I’m pregnant.” He gulped. “With your baby.”

This had to be a joke. It had to be. But he most certainly was not laughing. “Men don’t have babies.”

“Usually that’s true.”

“But you don’t have the equipment to have a baby. You don’t have a uterus or a vagina.” Blood was draining from my head, as I began to face the realization that the man I loved must be mentally ill. “Dylan, have you talked to anyone about these feelings of yours?”

He did laugh then, although it wasn’t a pleasant sound. “The entire compound is filled with these solar eclipse omegas, Lex. I’m not crazy. I can show you two pregnant male omegas in the clinic right now.”

Was he delusional? Psychotic? Just damaged from losing a child? So damaged he’d made up this story, so that he could have another child?

“I can see the wheels turning in your head.” His voice was bitter. “I knew you’d think I was crazy.”

“What you’re saying sounds crazy. It defies science.”

“Yes. I know. I’m a fucking freak of nature,” he snapped. “But I didn’t ask for this. I was simply born this way.”

I shook my head in silent rejection of his words.

“We’re fated mates. You were only able to get me pregnant because of that.”

“Fated mates?” I scowled. “Dylan, that is just a wives’ tale.”

“No. You’re wrong. It’s true, and you and me are fated to be together. We were paired by the Ancients.”

My laugh was hard. “I refuse to believe I had no say in being with you.”

“You could have rejected me. Some fated pairs don’t work out.”