The Omega's Surprise Baby BOX SET

by Bonnar King

  How could this alpha think I didn’t love him?

  I took a step forward.

  “Say please,” I blurted out, giggling.

  His eyes rolled, and he smirked. “Please.”

  And I found I could no longer hold out. I grinned from ear-to-ear. “Yes.” Then I was laughing. “Yes. Yes!”

  Then I was pulling him in and we were kissing again. His body felt rock solid, and he smelled so good. I was dazed by the comfort of his masculine scent. I was drunk with love. My heartbeat sped up, and I knew exactly what it was telling me.

  “Damn, Leo. You feel so good,” he murmured. “You love me, too?”

  “No. Not really. I just want you for your money,” I teased.

  “What?”

  “I’m kidding. Of course, I love you. I love you with all my heart,” I said, biting his lower lip. He groaned deliciously. Laughing, delighted, I resisted the next kiss enough to look him in the eye. “But Lucas… don’t you ever leave me hanging like that again.”

  A chuckle escaped out of him, spreading throughout my body and heart. Happiness surged, and so did warmth.

  “Trust me, Leo. You have me for life. I’m all yours.”

  Yes. Yes, he was.

  “And you’re all mine,” he added huskily, right before closing the office door and proceeding to intensify our kisses.

  Yes. I was his.

  And we were going to be very happy together.

  Epilogue

  LEO

  Lucas was the most amazing fiancé an omega could ever hope for. After I had moved in with him, he was so patient and kind to me, even when I would fly off the handle and lose my temper due to my hormones, he would just have that all-knowing, a sly smile on his face, which would sometimes piss me off even more. But deep down, I loved having him there to listen to me bitch and moan about my swollen ankles, back pains and most importantly, tend to my ridiculous food cravings—mustard on bananas and jelly on top of lasagna were just my latest ones. However, one emotion that never wavered was the deep love I felt for Lucas, and I knew he felt the same for me. He would tell leave love notes all around the house and especially the refrigerator—where he knew I’d definitely see them.

  Now that Lucas was no longer my boss, we were able to go public with our relationship. He’d surprise me with the most beautiful flowers, and more importantly, Belgian and Swiss chocolates, which I could never get enough of. To hell with my slim figure! I would just deal with that after the baby was born, because for now, all I wanted to do was be spoiled rotten by my alpha. The look of pride as Lucas showed me off to his friends and business partners was also very flattering. I definitely didn’t mind being his trophy omega, much to the jealousy of my ex and the other omegas who felt they had a shot with Lucas.

  Lucas swore to me that he wouldn’t make the same mistakes his own dad made by being an absentee father. He was so supportive—always changing his demanding schedule to accompany me for every check-up and ultrasound appointment, making sure I was taking my prenatal vitamins and getting plenty of quality rest. He’d even take part in the baby workshops, where I must admit, I was the envy of almost every omega there. I didn’t mind one bit—I was proud of my alpha and more than happy to let the other omegas ogle at him — as long as they kept their grubby paws off him! And I knew Lucas was proud of me by the way he’d look lovingly into my eyes as he gently rubbed my baby bump every chance he got.

  Now that Lucas was free, and I had a ton of unused vacation days, we went away to spend the holidays together in his luxury log cabin in the country. With the snow gently falling outside and the fire ablaze inside by the fireplace, it was absolutely picture perfect—like something you’d see on a post card, only better, because this was real. I can honestly say this was the most peaceful and happiest I’d ever felt in my life. I finally felt like I belonged somewhere real for once.

  I also wasn’t complaining about the fact Lucas had let his stubble grow out a little as he went into lumberjack mode—chopping up wood outside for our fireplace. When he would return with the wood, covered in sweat, it was a pleasure to undress him and smell his alpha scent as we made love on the rug by the fireplace.

  I felt like a prince, being pampered by Lucas. He would even insist on giving me the most amazing foot rubs and back massages of my life even if it was in the middle of the night. He somehow just knew when I was feeling uncomfortable, and always wanted to be the solution to it. On the days I was feeling better, I definitely made sure to return the favor, by giving him the most amazing oral pleasure and sex. He wasn’t a selfish lover either, making sure he’d made me come multiple times before filling me with his warmth. The preggo-sex was definitely not overrated—I now knew what all the buzz was about! We’d spend the evenings in each other’s arms, as Lucas ran his hand over my belly and smelled my hair. It seemed like he couldn’t get enough of me, his omega.

  Best vacation. Ever.

  It was middle of Summer in the city, back in our new home. I was just about as big as could be, and actually a few days late for my water to break. During my last appointment, I was told if I was overdue one more day, they’d put me into a medically induced labor. Being pregnant was a dream and great and all, but I was freakin’ huge and ready to pop at any moment. I was so over it and just wanted my baby!

  Lucas made sure to pack a bag with baby clothes and supplies for when the day would come. I had him on speed dial and everything was ready for when all systems were go.

  Lucas remained by my side during the expected day, but it was just typical that the moment he stepped out to buy me some snacks, my water broke, with me standing in front of the empty refrigerator that I had raided during the night.

  Panicking, I tried dialing Lucas on his phone, but my clumsy fingers wouldn’t co-operate with my brain. I was literally clicking everything on the screen. Everything except the damn icon that I needed.

  Thank god for voice dialing.

  “My water. My water broke!”

  As I stood in the kitchen in a freaked-out mess, Lucas burst through the door holding a bag full of snacks, which immediately hit the ground as he raced over to me.

  “I’m here baby, I’m here. I was just around the corner when—”

  “Baby? What an incorporate time to start using that name on me. Get me to the damn hospital,” I yelled.

  With swollen ankles and the current labor pains growing by the minute, I was in no condition to walk, so Lucas picked me up and carried me to the SUV — with relative ease, I might add. I didn’t know why that mattered to me, but it made me feel good that I still wasn’t too heavy to be carried by my alpha.

  Just as Lucas was about to pull out of the driveway, I realized he had forgotten the baby bag.

  “The bag. The baby bag, Lucas!”

  With a frustrated growl, Lucas put the SUV in park and ran inside to fetch the bag. Even in the midst of all this panic, there was humor in it for me. We had spent so much time making sure the bag was ready, Lucas would be at home, and the SUV had a full tank of gas, but when it came to crunch-time, we were running around like headless chickens.

  Lucas hurried back with the bag and we took off toward the hospital with a roar of the engine.

  I was taken to the private labor and delivery ward Lucas had arranged. To be honest, I didn’t need the private ward, but Lucas insisted on only the best for his Omega and our baby. I wasn’t going to fight him on that.

  Lucas remained as steady as a rock, supporting me throughout the delivery, no matter what profanities I threw his way. I held my hand, and I looked into his steely eyes to take my mind away from the pain.

  “Good, Leo. You’re doing so well. Breath,” instructed Lucas, as I gripped his hands tightly with my knuckles whitening.

  Lucas looked on in amazement and pride, watching his omega deliver his child. He wasn’t grossed out or nervous at all, even though he mentioned previously that he might not be ready to see me go through this, and apologized in advance for it. Something
I was fine with, as he was not the gooey baby-loving alpha growing up, but I somehow trusted my instincts that when push came to shove, he would be right there with me. And he had just proved me right.

  Suddenly, there was the sound of a baby’s cry.

  “Congratulations. It’s a girl,” said the midwife, handing my baby to me.

  All my fears of whether I had what it took to have a baby and nurture it were erased as I held our daughter in my arms. I was overwhelmed with emotion and could feel my newborn daughter instantly bonding with me.

  Lucas cut the umbilical cord and looked at me with such love and pride, which I found completely empowering.

  I wasn’t sure how happy Lucas would feel about being a father to a baby a girl, but we had chosen to keep the gender of the baby a surprise. All doubts were dissolved as Lucas held our precious daughter in his arms, as a single manly tear rolled down his cheek.

  “She’s so beautiful, Leo. She has your eyes.”

  The sight of my alpha holding our daughter was something I could never have imagined in a million years. Yet here I was, living the dream. I never knew how much I had longed for that moment until now.

  “I want to name her Leona, after her strong and amazing omega father, if that’s okay with you,” said Lucas.

  The deep voice of her alpha father’s voice must have been soothing to Leona, because she had stopped crying in his arms.

  “That’s alight with me,” I said, with tears of joy rolling down my face.

  It was right then I knew we were going to be just fine.

  We were going to be more than just fine. We were going to have the family we always wanted.

  The Omega’s Alpha Billionaire

  The Omega’s Surprise Baby: Book 2

  Book Description

  This is a 37k Novella with a HEA and NO CLIFFHANGER!

  Justin:

  I like thrills, whether it’s in the form of riding fast cars, jumping out of airplanes or having sex with omegas in public places. I don’t mind the media covering my escapades, because my motto in life is only one: live it to the fullest, and damn those who try to stop you.

  Except the board members in my own company disagree and want to fix my image.

  To appease them, I do it. I even let them hire me a new PR rep—Sam, a bossy omega who’s big green eyes spark more fire than what’s legal. At first it annoys me.

  Now it just tempts me.

  Sam’s not my type. But the closer we get, the more difficult it is to resist the little spitfire—and I wonder if a few kisses and stolen moments of pleasure are enough to get him out of my system.

  Sam:

  I don’t like thrills. I like stability, and my work has got to be the most stable thing in my life right now.

  When I’m asked to work for a high-profile billionaire alpha, I refuse at first—until they dangle an irresistible offer under my nose and I have no choice.

  He’s arrogant. He’s too reckless for his own good. He thinks his devilish grin will let him get away with anything. Well, he’s in for a surprise, because I’m not that easy.

  But imagine my surprise when I discover that underneath the tough exterior is a man with dignity and more passion than he’s willing to admit.

  And suddenly I find myself attracted to him and trying to fight it with my every breath… Falling in love and getting pregnant wasn’t part of the plan.

  This is a standalone 37,000 word M/M Gay Romance with a HEA, featuring MPREG (male pregnancy) and adult situations.

  Note: The books in the 'Omega's Surprise Baby' series can be read in any order.

  1

  Justin

  “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you. Very good things, and I hope you don’t mind that I’ve been so bold to come over here and say hello.”

  It was a line I’ve heard for the nth time in my life, yet it never got old. It was always a different omega every single time, with different tones in their voice and different inflections, but essentially the same thought: that they wanted to get to know me better.

  ‘Get to know me better’ meant a couple of things: intellectually, physically, money-wise. Mostly, it meant sexually.

  The omega saying said lines today was a blonde model—at least, he claimed to be one—with a perky attitude and a firm and fit body. He had mischievous blue eyes and very red lips, drawing my attention to them whenever he delicately licked the lower part. I had been sitting in the bar, de-stressing from work for about ten minutes, when his Italian designer shoes clicked determinedly on the tiled floor, before he slid on the seat next to mine on the long bar. He captured my attention right away with his pickup line, and I smirked at my drink before turning to him with a faint smile.

  I was used to this kind of thing, and frankly, it was getting boring. Still, I didn’t reject him right off. There was nothing better to do here, and I thought I might as well have some fun with the omega in question. Not forgetting that it took a lot of balls for an Omega to just walk up to an alpha so casually—something to be admired.

  “So, you haven’t heard the bad things about me?” I asked in response.

  The omega fluttered his lashes. “Oh, I’ve heard everything, Mr. Ellis. And to be honest, I’m quite… fascinated.”

  I sipped on my drink—scotch on the rocks—and leaned closer. “How fascinated?”

  The flirty omega’s breath caught in his throat. “Are you really as adventurous as they said you are?”

  I looked down at his mouth again, then at his legs when he crossed them to get a better view of his tight ass. His pants were as tight as they could possibly be without ripping at the seams. I appreciated the view. “Do you want to know how adventurous I can be?”

  He nodded eagerly, and I realized there was no delaying the moment. Finishing the scotch, I stood up. Then I took his wrist and pulled him up, too, surprising him. I didn’t give him time to protest as I pulled him lightly, giving him the option to break the connection should he choose to. But he didn’t, instead walking faster and giggling as he coyly asked me where I was taking him.

  I didn’t respond. When we got to the end of the hall and in the area just behind the bathroom, I stopped abruptly, his front bumping against my back and I could feel his hard dick. I turned around and took his waist, backing him against the wall until he gasped.

  Then I crashed my mouth against his.

  Again, I waited for some protest, waited for him to demand to get to know me first. Hell, I didn’t even know his name. But like the predictable slutty omega he was, he didn’t push me off.

  He responded freely, willingly… and I knew I had him.

  It’s as easy as that when you’re a rich-as-fuck alpha, like me. And hey, it’s not cocky if you can back it up, right? It was exactly that sort of attitude that got me into so much trouble. Much to my publicist’s dismay.

  When I woke up hours later, the first thing I noticed was the splitting headache that wrapped around my brain like a nightmare. It was persistent and throbbing, and it had me staggering toward the medicine cabinet to get some aspirin and down them dry. I then got a carton of orange juice out of the fridge and gulped, feeling the coldness slide down my throat and soothe me. Then I just sat there on a stool near the kitchen island, trying to ransack my brain on how the hell I got back to my apartment.

  I remembered having sex with an omega—one I didn’t even know the name of—up against the wall of a semi-public place, where he had to control his scream or else someone else would hear us. I then took him for a joy ride in my new Lamborghini, where I made him scream in excitement two more times: the first by speeding down the empty streets, and the second by taking him a second time as I bent him over the car’s hood by the hills. It had been thrilling and fun, but it had been mindless and meaningless, too, and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be thinking about him again—just like all the other slutty omegas I pumped and dumped. That was just how omegas were in my life—fleeting, game for a good time… maybe a blowjob or two. They di
dn’t mind, because I gave them a good time and they knew there were no strings attached. I was just glad I wasn’t stupid enough to do anything more extreme last night.

  That was the problem with being a billionaire at such a young age. I had already done everything I wanted, achieved everything I could ever want. Life just didn’t present enough challenges to me anymore, which was why I would always push the envelope and go to the extremes, just to get a thrill and feel alive again.

  Today was Monday, but I didn’t have to get to the office early. I did have a meeting in a few hours, which meant I had to recharge before I went into the office. The board of directors were always so uptight about that—the clean, perfect image, specifically—and while I was the CEO and often went short of telling them to chill out and get their heads out of their asses, some of these board members were essential to the company.

  At least, that’s what my advisor kept telling me.

  I could probably fire them all and run the company by myself, but that would be too taxing, and very illegal, and also leave me no time to have fun and enjoy my life the way it should be enjoyed. Instead, I let them do the running and smiled and nodded at some of their rants and talks of synergy and pivoting, and other boring business jargon I had no interest in, then I’d always go ahead and did what I wanted, anyway. It seemed to work well so far, so why change something if it wasn’t broken?