Page 46 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)

LOGAN

I can’t believe what just happened. I can’t believe what I just saw on that screen.

Two heartbeats. Two pups.

All my life I wanted to be a father, and now I’ve got three to protect—my mate and two babies. The thought makes my chest ache in a way that’s almost too much to hold.

Then reality crashes in. Poppy isn’t really my mate. Not officially. And only the second pup is mine by blood. By Pack law, if Dirk ever came back?—

No. I shove that thought down hard. My worthless little brother stole half a million dollars from Poppy . There’s no way he’s coming back. He’s probably hiding in some hole, or dead in a ditch somewhere—which is exactly what he deserves.

I look at Poppy beside me in the truck. She’s quiet, her hands folded over her belly, her lashes low. I squeeze her hand and she looks up at me, timid.

“You really don’t mind that we’re having two of them?” she asks softly.

I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. “ Baby , you have no idea how happy you’ve made me. I’m going to be the best damn father and husband in the whole fucking world.”

Her eyes widen.

“Husband? But I’m already married to?—”

“Yes, I know,” I cut in. My jaw tightens, but I keep my tone steady. “ But if we can’t reach him, you can claim abandonment and get a divorce that way. Otherwise , if he does show up, I’ll make him sign the papers I had my lawyer friend draw up.”

Her mouth falls open, stunned.

“You want me to get a divorce?”

“Yes, of course.” A stab of panic shoots through me. “ Why ? Don’t you want one? After the way Dirk treated you?—”

“Yes, I want one!” she exclaims. “ I guess I’m just surprised that you’ve been planning for this—that you’ve been thinking of it.”

“Of course I’ve been thinking of it,” I say roughly. “ How else can I marry you unless you get unhooked from my worthless little brother first?”

Her eyes widen even more—they look like they’re going to swallow her face whole. “ You mean… you want to marry me?”

I can’t hold it in anymore. I pull the truck over into the nearest lot—an Arby’s with flickering neon lights—but I don’t care. I turn to her, taking her small hand in mine.

“I know this isn’t exactly the most romantic way or place to propose, and I promise I’ll make it up to you, but yes, I want to marry you, Poppy .

I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life.

You’re beautiful and sweet and caring and just fucking perfect .

I’m sorry to swear—but you just make me feel so much . ”

I cup her cheek in my palm and look straight into those wide, stunned eyes.

“Poppy, will you be my wife?”