Page 25 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)
POPPY
S omething is wrong with me— really wrong.
It started at work today—just this heavy, aching fullness in my breasts.
I thought maybe it was just another weird pregnancy thing, so I ignored it.
But it got worse and worse, to the point where every step made me wince.
When I finally got home, I ran straight into the bathroom, unbuttoned off my blouse, and that’s when I saw it.
Tiny beads of creamy white gathering right at the tips of my nipples.
Milk.
My milk has come in.
I’m not even showing yet. How can this be happening? Isn’t it supposed to happen later—like right after the baby comes? My hands are shaking as I touch the damp lace of my bra, ashamed and horrified at the same time. I feel wrong. Broken . Like my body is betraying me.
A knock rattles the door.
“Poppy?” Logan’s deep voice is muffled through the wood. “ Kitten , what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
I scrub at my eyes, but more tears fall. “ N -nothing! I’m fine!”
“Bullshit,” he growls, though not angrily—just firm. “ Sweetheart , open the door. Please .”
I freeze, staring at the locked knob. I don’t want him to see me like this. I don’t want to tell him. But then he knocks again, softer this time.
“Listen, kitten…whatever it is, you can tell me. I swear I won’t be upset. Just let me help you.”
Something in his voice—so steady, so sure—unravels me. With trembling hands, I unlock the door and open it just a crack. He’s standing there, filling the doorway, worry etched all over his face.
“Poppy…” He tilts my chin up, making me meet his eyes. “ Tell me.”
My cheeks burn hot. I try to look away, but his gaze holds mine like iron. My voice comes out a mumble, barely audible.
“I think my…my milk came in.”
For a moment, he doesn’t move. Then his brows draw down.
“What?”
I gesture helplessly, ashamed.
“I-it’s true. Look .”
His big hands are gentle as he unbuttons my blouse and eases it off my shoulders.
I’m blushing so hard I feel like I might burst into flames, but I don’t stop him.
When he unclasps my bra and peels it apart, the evidence is right there—dark wet spots staining the cups, my nipples shiny with beading white droplets.
“Oh, sweetheart…” His voice is low, gentle. Not disgusted. Not mocking. Just concerned.
I look away, my cheeks burning hotter than ever.
“I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he says at once, his voice firm and sure. “ But this isn’t something we should guess about. I’ll call the clinic. We’ll get some answers.”
“It’s late,” I whisper. “ They’ll be closed.”
But Logan is already pulling out his phone.
“Doctor Elizabeth will see us. She’ll make the time—it’s your first Were pregnancy. She told us to call if anything unusual happened, remember?”
And sure enough, after a brief call he snaps the phone shut and looks at me with determination blazing in his pale eyes.
“Come on, kitten,” he says, holding out his hand. “ We’re going to the doctor.”
I slip my fingers into his, still shaky…still ashamed. But a tiny spark of relief flickers inside me.
Because whatever’s happening—at least I don’t have to face it alone.