After a quick wash, I dressed up and stepped out of my room.
A low hum rolled out of my mouth while I hopped downstairs, vibing in a good mood.
“Good morning, son.”
My mother’s calm voice rang in my ears.
I paused.
Turning around, I saw her on the first stairs, staring at me with a smile.
It seemed her mood wasn’t that bad either.
Anyway, it was better than yesterday, and she no longer looked so disappointed in me.
Well, it wasn’t like she had the right anyway.
Why would anyone be disappointed in me?
It wasn’t as if I had done anything wrong.
I only made a mistake, and that wasn’t even my fault.
It was Cole’s fault.
If Cole hadn’t told me I would never be able to birth a child in this life, I would have taken more precautions during my nights with the alphas, and something like this wouldn’t have happened.
If there was anyone she should be disappointed at, then it should be Cole, who wasn’t good at his job.
I revealed a small smile.
“Good morning, mum.”
“Washed up yet?”
I nodded.
“Made breakfast?”
I woke up late.
I’d checked the time after I left the bathroom and realized it was past 11 in the morning.
Breakfast should be ready, right?
My stomach felt empty.
My mother smiled.
“Hm.
Your Dad should be eating by now.”
“Oh?
He woke up late, too?”
My mother’s expression turned a bit solemn.
“He probably didn’t sleep all night.”
I raised a brow.
He didn’t sleep?
Was he thinking about my pregnancy?
I bit my lower lip.
Fortunately, I had thought it through and made a decision.
It was time to see him and discuss my plan with him.
Anyway, he would be the one funding the plan.
“Come with me, Mum.
Let’s talk.”
“Okay.”
I waited for her on the last stairs, and we both walked toward the dining room together.
My father was indeed sitting.
Head lowered, and cutlery lazily poking at the meal before him.
He didn’t look like he was interested in the food before him.
I cleared my throat.
He visibly shuddered before dropping the cutlery.
Raising his head, he looked at me.
“Elian.”
“Dad, good morning.”
He nodded.
“Have you thought about it?
Do you remember who it is now?”
“Tell me.
I’ll help you speak to him, okay?”
I shrugged, pulling a chair to sit.
“Don’t worry about that, Dad.”
“Oh?”
My mother also sat down.
She pushed a plate toward me and began serving my breakfast.
“Thanks, Mum.”
She replied with a smile.
Sitting upright, I dug into the food.
Delicious.
I chewed lazily on the meat.
“I’ve thought it through, Dad.”
“Eat and talk when you’re done.” My mother gently scolded.
“Okay…”
“No.
Speak.
Who is it?”
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I felt the urge to retaliate but stopped myself at the last minute.
It wasn’t the right time to annoy him.
I still needed him for my plan.
“As I said, I’ve really thought about it, and I’ve realized I don’t want any alpha in my life.” I cut more meat, placing it in my mouth while pretending to be as nonchalant as I could.
“So, I’ve decided that I’ll give birth to this child alone.”
“I’m old enough to take care of it.” And when the time came, I would drop the kid off with him and his wife.
But I need not tell him that, or he would slice off my head.
“Don’t worry.
I won’t let anyone know about my pregnancy, and I won’t ruin your reputation either.
I can secretly give birth to the baby, and when the time is right, I can get married and create a family then.”
Lies.
Who would want to make a family when they could enjoy the thrill of freedom for the rest of their lives?
The club was always waiting.
Why would I want to lock myself in a cage called marriage instead?
But then again, that should be known to only me.
My old man and mother didn’t need the information.
Slam!
My heart almost stopped.
The meat I’d cut dropped, making a low sound as it fell on the table.
“Get out!”
He thundered.
My eyes widened.
“Get out of this place.
I don’t want to ever see you again!”
“Sterling!”
“Stay out of this, Judy.
I’m speaking to my son right here!”
I dropped everything and looked at him.
“Dad?” My brows furrowed with confusion.
What was all this about?
He glared at me.
Pointing at the door, his lips parted, “Get out of my house, Elian.
Get out of this place!”
I stared at him, speechless.
Was it really this serious?
“Okay.” I exhaled slowly.
“I’ll leave.”
I glanced at my mother, realizing she had closed her eyes.
My eyes reddened.
Picking up my phone, I walked out of the house.
He was mad at me.
Understandable.
I would leave for a while and return later.
He must have thought about everything and regained his calm by then.
Yeah, right.
I didn’t bring my car key.
I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration.
It couldn’t get worse.
I quickly booked a ride.
“Take me to the nearest hotel.”
Though staying in a hotel was nothing pleasant, I knew my father wouldn’t let me stay in any of the houses he got for me while he was angry either.
Well, I wasn’t able to bring any keys with me.
So, it was even impossible to go to those houses in the first place.
The driver nodded.
He turned around and started the car.
Staring out the car, my mind wandered.
This pregnancy had not only caused many issues in my life ever since we found out about it, but it had also become a restraint.
With it still there, it meant I could no longer drink as I used to.
I could no longer enjoy life as I used to.
Life couldn’t be any worse than this…
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
I lowered my head to check.
“Hey, you weren’t at the club last night.
You okay?” A message from Lucien.
I wished I was.
“No.
Something came up.”
“Oh.
Showing up tonight?”
Right.
I was supposed to show up tonight, too.
But it was impossible.
Simply because of this fucking pregnancy!
Wait, why was I even the only one suffering from this?
This was clearly Sébastien’s fault.
No other alpha had ever done it to a pregnancy before.
It was only once with him, and yet he knocked me up.
What was that about?
Was he some kind of kid-sharing machine?
Damn it!
“No.” I typed with gritted teeth.
“Dying?”
“Yes, I am.” It was really worse than dying.
“Mister, we are here.”
The driver’s words snapped me out of the deep thought.
I paid and got out of the car.
Staring at the gigantic building of the hotel, my lips pursed slightly.
When had I ever lodged in a hotel?
I wouldn’t even patronize them if I were begged.
The pregnancy really wasn’t a good thing.
Ignoring the numerous messages that kept popping up on my phone, I steadied my breath and stepped into the hotel.
What I needed the most at this moment was a good rest.
A pretty good rest and deep sleep.
Perhaps by the time I opened my eyes again, the whole pregnancy would have somehow gone, and my life would have returned to normal.
“Hello?” Enduring the coldness of the hotel, I greeted the receptionist at the counter.
“I’d like a room for a month, please.” That should be enough for old Sterling to calm down and miss his son again.
It wasn’t like he could live without me for too long anyway.
Especially if I don’t call him or show up in front of him for a whole month.
He’d definitely come looking for me and begging me to return to his life.
The thought brought a mischievous smile on my face.
“Your ID card.”
I handed it over.
She scanned it and returned it to me.
“Payment?”
I shook my head.
“Scan.”
She nodded and typed away.
Looking around the corridor, my eyes settled on the alphas and omegas who were walking around in pairs.
There were even some beta × beta couples.
Also, a few omega and omega couples.
Everyone seemed excited to have company.
It seemed I was the only one pushed aside from the fun.
I pressed a hand on my chest, rubbing away the displeasure.
“Mister?”
I heard the receptionist’s call.
“Yes…” I paused.
Refined, aged whiskey pheromone.
Smooth and soothing.
My eyes widened.
I quickly glanced around in search of it.
The alphas.
The omegas.
The betas.
All of them appeared in my line of sight, yet none was him.
That pheromone…
it couldn’t be anyone else.
It couldn’t belong to anyone else.
Sébastien…
where was he?
“Mister?”
The lady called again.
I involuntarily sighed wearily.
Maybe I was only hallucinating…
“What’s it?” I turned to face the receptionist.
The lady handed over my phone.
“Sir, you can’t…”
“Mr Elian?”
Deep.
Magnetic.
Then came the rich scent of aged whiskey again.
Sébastien.