Chapter 14

Fourteen

Fairlie

As soon as I enter the room, I collapse onto the bed, covering my face with a pillow and scream.

How could this happen again? Seriously, how could this happen again? How could Osric ignore me, yet again, and fuck me bare? I told him he had to wrap it up, and he just didn’t listen.

My mind races, bouncing between anger and confusion. What do I do? Logically, I should march out there, kick him in his huge green dick, and end things with him for good. But the truth is, I don’t want to. It’s crazy…I’m crazy. This orc seems hell-bent on knocking me up—a huge red flag—and yet here I am, trying to figure out how to make it work with him.

My stomach flips, a wave of nausea hitting me hard. I barely make it to the bathroom before I’m on the floor, retching into the toilet.

I hear the bedroom door click shut and groan. “I’m not in the mood, Osric. Just leave me alone.”

“It’s me,” Ovivia responds. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just mad as hell, and then I felt sick all of a sudden. Probably just my nerves reacting to your brother being an ass.” I wipe my mouth, feeling drained.

“Or you’re already pregnant.”

“It’s only been a few days.”

“I told you the sperm is potent. It only takes one time and symptoms will start right away. Orc babies don’t cook for nine months like human babies. Four months is normal, but I’m not sure about a hybrid baby. We’d have to ask a professional.”

“You’re serious?” I stare at her, my mind spinning.

“Yeah,” she whispers, helping me up. I wash my hands and grab my toothbrush, trying to scrub away the bitter taste.

Thank God I remembered to pack it when I was throwing things in my overnight bag.

She moves to sit on the bed and I follow, sinking down beside her.

“What am I gonna do?”

“First, we need to find out if you’re actually pregnant. We can go to the clinic. They owe me after last night. Then we’ll go from there. No matter what, you’re not alone, Fairlie.”

“I’m not ready.”

“Yeah, well, you can smack my brother around for that. Listening to you was clearly not on his to do list. That’s his neanderthal side showing. He’s always been obsessed with continuing our line. It’s never been this bad, but he’s pretty sure you’re his forever woman.”

“He told me.”

“What if I told you I think you might be mine, too?” Ovivia says softly.

I glance at her, surprised. “I’d say that makes me pretty special. But we only just met, and then had sex—a lot of crazy good sex, but it could just be lust.”

“The scent of you with my brother brought my heat on early. I can’t ignore that. It must mean something.”

“Orcs don’t have fated mates, right? I looked it up before my first date with your brother.”

“That’s correct. We choose our mates and bond them on our terms. But that doesn’t mean the universe isn’t shining a huge spotlight on you screaming that you’re mine…ours.”

I sit there, staring at Ovivia, my heart pounding in my chest. What she’s saying makes my head spin. I’ve known her for less than a day, and now she’s talking about me being hers, about us being…something more. The logical part of my brain tells me this is insane. But another part of me, the part that felt a pull the moment I saw her, wants to believe it.

“But how can you be so sure?” I ask.

She takes my hand, her fingers warm and strong, grounding me in the moment. “It’s not something I can fully explain. It’s like a gut feeling, something deep inside me that just knows. When I’m around you, everything in me says, ‘This is right.’ And if your scent sent me into heat early, that means my body agrees with what I’m feeling.”

I want to believe her, but there’s still a part of me that’s apprehensive. I just got with Osric, and now his sister is saying she feels something for me, too. That’s a lot to take in, and I’m not sure if I can handle it.

“But what about Osric?” I ask, my voice trembling. “He just told me he thinks I’m it for him, and now you’re saying you feel the same way. How can this work? How can I be with both of you?”

Ovivia smiles, a soft, almost sad smile. “I know it’s a lot to take in. And I don’t want to overwhelm you. But orcs are different. We’re not bound by the same rules as humans. Osric and I…we’ve always been close, and while we didn’t intend to ever share…when I offered to talk to you, he gave me his blessing.”

Her words settle over me, and I try to process what she’s saying. It’s a strange concept, but there’s something about it that feels…right. The connection I felt with Ovivia last night wasn’t just physical—it was deeper than that, like we were two pieces of the same puzzle that had finally found each other. But I’m worried. I don’t want to hurt Osric, and I don’t want to ruin whatever this is before it even begins.

“I…I need time to think about this,” I finally say, my voice shaking.

Ovivia nods, her expression understanding. “Of course. Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere, and neither is Osric. We’ll figure this out together, whatever that looks like.”

I’m scared—scared of what this could mean, scared of how fast everything is moving, and scared of losing the connection I’ve found with both Ovivia and Osric.

But another part of me—the part that felt that pull the moment I saw Ovivia—whispers that this might be worth the risk.

The door creaks open and I look up just in time to see Osric step into the room, his expression filled with worry and regret. Before I can even process what’s happening, he’s dropping to his knees in front of me, his large hands resting on my thighs as he gazes up at me with desperation.

“Please,” he starts, his voice rough with emotion. “Forgive me. I’m an idiot. A stupid, impulsive idiot. But I’m in love with you. I’ve been trying to show you, but I keep screwing it up. I just want you so bad it hurts.”

I gape at him, my heart skipping a beat. “You love me?” I manage to ask, the words feeling foreign on my tongue. Even after years together, Alix never said those words to me, never looked at me with the intensity I see in Osric’s eyes right now.

He nods, his grip on my thighs tightening slightly as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear. “I do. I’m sorry, but I need you to know that. I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, and the more time we spend together, the deeper it gets.”

Suddenly, the room feels smaller, the air thicker. My mind races with everything he’s said, everything Ovivia told me just moments ago. This is all happening so fast, and yet, there’s a strange sense of inevitability about it.

“Might have got your wish anyway,” I say softly, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. “Ovivia thinks I might be pregnant.”

His eyes widen, and a slow, almost disbelieving smile spreads across his face. “Seriously?” he asks.

“Yup,” I reply, watching his reaction closely.

“I’m sorry for how it happened,” he says, shifting closer to me, “but I’m not sorry it happened. You’re going to be so sexy, pregnant with my child. So round and swollen and horny. I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want. And your breasts will fill with milk... You’ll let me taste it, won’t you?”

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can’t help but notice the way he adjusts his cock in his pants as he talks, clearly getting turned on by the thought. The sight of him, combined with his filthy promises, ignites a fire in me, one that I’m not sure I want to put out.

Slut, a voice in the back of my mind whispers, but I don’t care. I should run out those doors, get a monster abortion, and call it a day. But the truth is… that’s not what I want. Staying, figuring things out with Osric and his sister—that’s what I’m drawn to.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I’m about to say next. “What if I told you I wanted to be with Ovivia, too?”

He looks at me for a moment, his expression unreadable, and then he nods. “As long as she’s good to you, I don’t care. I just want you happy, and if being with both of us makes you happy, then that’s what I want, too.”

His unwavering support makes my heart swell. It’s crazy, this whole situation is crazy, but maybe, just maybe, it could work. Maybe I really could have them both.

I look into his eyes, feeling a strange sense of peace settle over me. “Then I think I’m yours, Osric, but I want something.”

“Name it. Anything,” he says.

“I want your knot,” I say, my voice firm, the desire clear in my tone.

His eyes darken with lust, and a low growl rumbles in his chest as he pulls me closer, his grip on me possessive. “You’ll have it,” he promises, his voice thick with need. “You’ll have everything.”

“Oh, and Osric?” I say softly as he looks at me with a raised brow. “I love you too.”

The tension between us snaps, and in that moment, I know there’s no going back. I’ve made my choice, and it’s one I’m not going to regret.

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