Chapter 30

Thirty

OLIVIA

" I 'm taking it," I conceded when he handed me the test. "Aren't you going to leave?"

"I want to watch you," said Sergio, who stood in front of the closed bathroom door, his arms crossed in front of him. His penis was erect, and I couldn't help but gaze at the full size of it.

"Fine, you'll just get disgusted," I said, sitting on the toilet naked from my shower. I pretended he wasn't there as I placed the stick under the stream of my pee. He took the stick from me and placed the cap over it. "It looks like you've done this before."

"I've read the instructions," he said shortly, placing the stick on the sink as I wiped myself. "We'll leave it here until the timer goes off."

"Fine by me," I said. "I don't even want to look at it."

I washed my hands and proceeded to look for an extra towel for him as we entered my room. Handing him a towel, I wondered if I was really pregnant. I had the innate feeling at the cliff, but maybe it was just my imagination. I put on a fresh pair of underwear, jeans, and a shirt after applying lotion. I turned to see him dressed in just his pants.

He was shirtless, and he looked hot as fuck standing like that in the middle of my room. If he walked out like that, my mom would definitely know something was up.

"Yeah, I know," he said, looking down at bare chest. "I mainly showered with you, just so I can touch you before I leave."

I smiled at his confession as I sat on my bed cross-legged. I was hungry as hell, and the smell of my mom's cooking made my stomach growl. Suddenly, the timer went off, and my appetite took a nose-dive.

"You can look at it first," I said.

He went into the bathroom, and I watched him pick it up. I looked away so I didn't see what his facial expression would reveal. Then when I saw him kneel before me on the edge of the bed, I was freaking out.

My heart thundered in my ears, and my hands shook as he silently handed me the test while kissing my belly. There was a big blue plus sign clear as day on it.

"You're pregnant," he growled.

"It must be a mistake," I said, panicking as the test dropped to the floor because my hands were shaking so much. It was like a thunderbolt crashed through the sky, the news shaking me to the core.

"Not at all," said Sergio. "Why are you so scared, Liv?"

"I never imagined getting pregnant," I said. "I wanted to have a baby with a pack who cares about me."

"And you have that," said Sergio, looking at me with warmth in his eyes. "How about we go on a lunch date tomorrow with my pack?"

"I know you feel obligated, but I can take care of myself and the baby," I said. "Seriously."

"Even if you weren't pregnant, I want you," he said. "Believe it or not, I can't bear to even leave you right now. How about that lunch date?"

"Fine," I said, sighing.

Then I looked at his face and smiled. A realization settled inside me when I looked into his eyes. He would do anything for me, and warmth poured into my soul. Leaning down, I grasped his face and kissed him, to his shock.

"Hm, what was that for?" he asked with a grin.

"I just felt like it," I said. "A burst of…of love, I guess."

He breathed deeply, raising himself onto my bed and pulling me into a hug. I could feel his chest puffing proudly beneath me as he absorbed my scent around us.

"I love you, Liv. More than you'll ever know."

Tears burned at my eyes and slid down my cheeks as I cuddled into his warmth. Then I smelt his shirt.

"I love you too, Serg, but you need to go before my mom freaks out," I said, pulling away. His eyes danced with amusement at my words.

"Alright, alright," he said, lifting his hands. "I'm going to head out now. I'll see you tomorrow, love."

When he left my bedroom, I sat there for a moment, listening to him talking to my mom. I sat there for a moment, thinking about how I nearly killed myself yesterday, and if Sergio hadn't caught me, I wouldn't be here. I took deep breaths to calm my panicked breathing.

Maybe I needed some help.

The next day, I couldn't believe I was sitting in group therapy for traumatized omegas.

"Why don't you all start by introducing yourselves?" the therapist said as I sat in the circle of chairs.

I had gotten the information about this facility during dinner with my mom, to which she was super excited about me going. The therapist was a tall omega who displayed the mark of the claw proudly on her shoulder as she sat amongst us in the circle. Her long brown hair was tied into a ponytail, and she looked at each of us with kind eyes.

"My goal is to make sure you are comfortable telling your story. And the more you talk about it, the better you'll feel when it no longer has control over you to stay silent."

I sat there listening to the omegas' stories as they each talked about being sold at the auction years ago or having been violated by an alpha family member. When I heard the mention of an omega breeding camp, I quickly looked up and was shocked to see Reyna sitting there.

"I really don't want to talk about it, but I need to heal to have a normal life," said Reyna. "When I was just a teen, I hired a bodyguard because my family was psychotic. All they could talk about was making sure I'd sell for a nice price at the auctions."

She paused, looking down with her lips trembling. My heart went out to her, knowing where this story was going since she eventually ended up at the OBC.

"You're doing great," said the therapist, smiling at her. "Don't let it control you."

"Instead of the auctions, they found a better deal," said Reyna. "To sell me to Henry. The psychotic bastard who kept a bunch of omegas to make babies for him, so my uncle kidnapped me."

I listened, as did all the other omegas, who were in shocked silence as she explained the brutality in detail. I remembered myself, night after night, waiting for the alphas to arrive and then wishing the time would go by faster while they took me. I didn't realize my eyes were shut tight at the memories until the therapist called on me next.

"Olivia, what memories are you grappling with?" asked the therapist.

"Everything she's saying about the OBC is true," I gasped out, opening my eyes. The omega next to me handed a tissue to me. "Thank you."

"What memories does it trigger in you?" asked the therapist.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said, breathing hard as I stared at my sneakers.

"Remember, it's the only way to heal."

"I said I don't want to talk," I snapped, breathing hard. "Do you just want to hear about me getting raped over and over again by a sick alpha and his buddies? It's the same story, just like the rest of these ladies."

Surprisingly, saying it out loud shed the weight of its power over me. And I began to breathe a little easier despite the heavy weight on my chest.

"You have experienced a tremendous amount of pain," said the therapist. "My goal is to help you, not attack you."

I nodded silently, blowing my nose into the tissue.

"I think I'm done for now," I said, getting up. I walked away from there, embarrassed to death of snapping at the therapist. I wish I hadn't done that. When I got outside, I walked to my car, but before I could unlock the door, a voice stopped me.

"Olivia," said a rough female's voice.

I turned and saw that Reyna had followed me out here.

"Hey Reyna," I said, my hand on the door handle. "It's cool seeing you here."

"Why don't you come back and finish the session?" she asked. "Don't be impatient."

"I just embarrassed myself," I said, shaking my head and squeezing the car keys. "I'm never going back there again."

"You didn't embarrass yourself," she said. "I did the same thing at first."

"You did?"

"I sure did," she replied, smiling. I noticed she looked a lot cleaner and taken care of. Her teeth were whiter now, and she looked more distinguished in her black blazer with jeans. "I was a complete brat. You're better than me, Olivia."

I sighed and shoved my keys back into my purse. I had gone through the horror Reyna had, but she'd been suffering for far longer than myself.

"Alright," I said. "I'll give it one more try."