Summary: When Omega Dan is of age, he is told by his father that he will be sold off to find an Alpha mate. Cue, Alpha Phil. Alpha Phil is in desperate need for a mate, and although Phil is only a few years older than Dan, he holds a reasoning behind why he needs a mate so quickly. When secrets are revealed that give up why Phil needed a mate, this story may not have a happy ending.
Chaptered Work: This is chapter 11 of 16.
Warnings: Mentions of death and sadness.
Word Count: 1,279
Authors Note: This was the only chapter that I didn’t have a plan for and I contemplated using smut to fill it but then I didn’t because this has turned really serious and I don’t want to use smut in something like this. I feel like it would be extremely inappropriate and it wouldn’t work. So this is a filler chapter, but I’m hoping it’s still as good as they others and the rest that as coming out soon.
*Masterlist*
The next few days around the house were a blur to me. I found myself clinging to Phil and whenever he had to leave, I’d cry for hours. I don’t know if that was from a mix of hormones or something else, but I was, for lack of better terms, a mess.
Omega Lester spotted something was wrong within less then 24 hours of Phil telling me what has been going on since I’ve arrived. She spotted me sitting on the couch, fiddling with the hem of my shirt for no apparent reasoning. When she walked over, she touched my shoulder with her finger and I jumped, looking at her.
“How are you doing, sweetie?” She asked, rubbing my shoulder now.
Phil had told me that his parent’s knew he had told me the information. He wanted them to be there for me now and later on.
I shrugged, “As best as I can.”
She sighed and suddenly pulled me into an embrace. I snuggled in to her before she let up and I sat back up on the couch, “We’re here for you, okay?” she said with a motherly tone, “Don’t ever forget that.”
I nodded and forced a smile at her. She got up and left the room without another word. And when I knew she was gone, I covered my stomach with my arms and burst into silent tears as I thought over all of the information again.
My heart had never hurt this badly.
I spent the remainder of the day waiting for Phil to come home, and when he did, we laid down together and discussed our little baby. I know that our baby was newly conceived, but I loved talking about them now.
And that’s how we spent the last few days.
It is now four days since Phil has told me he is dying, and I’m finding it harder and harder to process the information. Every day it gets harder to look at Phil, because all I see is someone who is already gone.
My whole body is upset, and because of this, my mating gland hasn’t begun healing yet. My distress is keeping it from healing and that’s not okay because I need it to heal. I need the bond to completely form so I can hold on to Phil forever.
I’m currently lying in our bed, staring up at his ceiling and looking over the raised bumps that littered it. With a sigh, I turned and laid on my side, curling up under our covers.
Phil had another episode a few hours ago, one where he couldn’t breathe again. And it wasn’t even like we were doing anything that required him to use more of his lungs. We were playing a video game, not even an intense one, when he coughed once. I looked at him and furrowed my brows, ready to ask if he was okay when he suddenly coughs again and reaches for a tissue.
There was blood in the tissue. He gasped, and when he gasped, he began to choke and I could hear his breathing shallow rapidly. He got up, barely, and tried to exit the room again when his feet gave out and he couldn’t. I grabbed him, hoisting him up before rushing to the closet and setting him on the ground. I handed him the tube to his oxygen and he put on the nasal cannula before taking a few breaths and his breathing corrected itself.
I was crying by this point, completely and utterly wrecked. We stared at each other until he was able to breathe correctly. When he took a few of his own breaths, he looked at me with a serious gaze, “I may have to be on full oxygen soon.”
His voice was broken and cracked.
I nodded, “Please do whatever you need to,” I said, “I just want you to be okay.”
He nodded and smiled at me. He reached up and placed a hand on my cheek and then another on my stomach, “I’m gonna be strong for you,” he said to me, “And I’m gonna be strong for our little boy.”
I smiled at him before looking down, “How do you know it’s a boy?”
Phil smiled back and shrugged, “Alpha’s can sense it.”
“Well,” I said continuing to look at my stomach and now feeling the same sense he was talking about, “I can sense it’s a little boy too.”
He leaned in and kissed me, his lips cold but mine warmed them up. He then told me that he was going to stay here for a while and talk to his father. He said he needed the oxygen right now. So I let him go and wandered back to the room where I presently am.
I decided that now while I was alone, doing some research on Omega pregnancy wouldn’t be a bad thing. So I grabbed my phone and opened up the browser. I typed in ‘Omega Pregnancy’ and clicked on the first link.
I was taken to a medical site that told all the information. Most of the information I already knew. Like how Omega pregnancies lasted for four months. And how I will begin showing after a month. I knew all of that.
They talked about proper care for myself during this time. They recommended I use cocoa butter on my stomach because the rapid growth can cause permanent stretch marks. They next recommended that I go see an Omega based doctor, if there is one in my area. I knew that there wasn’t so I sadly skipped that step. Finally, they recommended that I begin planning now.
I looked around the room and noticed how small it truly was. They couldn’t expect us to put a crib in here? Maybe they have an extra room I can turn in to a nursery. If not, I am not aware how this will even work. There just does not appear to be enough room for me, Phil, and a baby plus Phil’s parents.
I exited off from the link when I heard footsteps appear at the door. I looked up and saw Phil walking in, he was rolling a portable oxygen tank behind him and he was slowly coming over to the bed. I smiled at him before he gently set the tank next to the side, and laid down beside me.
“I’m going to wear this all the time,” He said referring to the oxygen, “I just can’t afford not to.”
I nodded at him and tried to give a reassuring smile, “As long as you’re okay.”
He leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed back before pulling away and snuggling to him, “I really do love you,” I said into his chest.
“I know,” he answered back, “I love you too, so much.”
Dan looked up into his blue eyes before swallowing hard and saying, “I want to have a proper bonding ceremony with you.”
“Are you sure?” Phil asked with a shocked voice, “Even though I’m…”
“No, you’re not dying,” I said back sternly, “Please don’t say that you are.”
“It’s the truth, Dan.”
“Just let me have this time with you, okay?” I said back feeling tears rush forward, “Just let me spend as long with you as I can. I really want us to be properly bonded, and I really want it to happen soon.”
“Then we will,” He said to me with a breathy voice, “We’ll be properly bonded.”
“Soon,” I said begging him, “Please let it be soon.”
He nodded, “It’ll be soon.”
I smiled into his chest but the feeling of heartbreak still didn’t leave.
