Page 15 of Unforgettable Omega

Drew

Drew never knew the meaning of“felt like getting hit by a freight truck,”until that very moment.

If he thought he was shocked when he’d laid eyes on Shay, it was nothing compared to the tornado that went off laying his eyes on the child who had his arms around Shay’s waist and called him papa.

Shay was a father? How did that happen? When did that happen?

He met Shay’s gaze above the child’s head, his tension climbing while his brain did some rough calculations. Alarm bells were going off in his head, but Drew tried writing it off or shutting them down. Whatever… The child was too tall to be four, or almost four if what his brain was telling him was correct… Drew kept telling himself that he had to be wrong, his suspicions impossible.

But then, the thought of Shay with another man, another alpha had him flinching imperceptibly. A bitter taste filled his mouth at the thought, at the image of some unknown man’s hands all over his omega.

Drew shut that thought down.

Shay had only ever been his for a night. That didn’t make Shay, or his body, belong to Drew. But, as much as Drew tried being all new age, telling himself that omegas owned their bodies and they could do what they wanted with whoever they wanted—hell, Drew was pro omega rights--it didn’t stop the anger at the thought of someone else touching Shay, touching what was his.

The double standard was alive and well, especially as Drew hadn’t exactly been celibate in the aftermath of Shay’s disappearance. He’d gone back to Anneliese briefly and even tried living together for a while. When that didn’t work—actually it had crashed and burned spectacularly—Drew ended it. Then he’d spent a couple of years fucking everyone that looked even a little like Shay, then next few looking for the feeling he’d felt that night with another person. Both endeavors had failed spectacularly and had only left Drew feeling hollow.

Still, even though he hadn’t been celibate since their last time, Drew found himself selfishly hoping that was the case with Shay. He was Shay’s first lover, and at the time he had thought he’d be Shay’s only lover.

Focus, Drew. You can torment yourself about that later.

Right then, at that moment. It didn’t answer the question that was ringing in his skull. Did Shay have his child?

Drew’s mind went back to the child. He hadn’t gotten a good look at the boy’s face. He looked over to where the boy played, and his mind was screaming things that Drew refused to process because Shay wouldn’t do that to him. Couldn’t.

Shay wouldn’t…you don’t know what Shay would do. You don’t know Shay.

Andy… Andrew.

His name.

Shay had given his child Drew’s name.

Drew found himself standing in front of Shay. He hadn’t even realized he’d moved towards him.

The first thing out of Drew’s mouth was, “He’s mine.”

If Drew thought Shay had looked shocked when he’d laid eyes of him, the look in his eyes now was disbelief, shock, fear, defiance, then finally settled on resignation.

“Is he mine?” Drew bit out, the anger in his tone surprised him.

“Now, now let’s all calm down, there are kids around,” Jai, Nickolas’ husband tried.

But, Drew shot him a look, “Stay out of it,” he snapped at his friend’s husband.

Drew wasn’t aware of it, as all his attention was on Shay, but they were attracting attention from others. But he didn’t care, because Drew was pretty certain he had never been this angry before. He’d never felt this level and anger and betrayal.

“Why?” Drew asked, shaking his head like he was still trying to dispute what he knew, his mind refusing to accept it as truth.

Shay didn’t answer him, his wide-eyed stare making Drew feel like he was attacking a helpless bunny, but he was too angry to curb his fury.

Shay’s body was rigid, the man doing his best impression of a statue. If not for the rapid rise and fall of his chest, Drew would swear Shay wasn’t breathing.

“I need you to tell me it’s not true. Tell me that I’m crazy, and I don’t know what I’m talking about,” Drew whispered, his tone pleading.

Drew still didn’t want to believe that Shay had kept his child, his blood, away from him. He couldn’t imagine what he had done that was so bad, so horrible that it warranted his child being kept from him.

Drew saw the truth in Shay’s eyes, but he needed him to say it out loud, because there was a part of him that refused to believe what his brain was telling him, refused to believe what his eyes saw in Shay’s.