Jordan
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Jordan's pov
Not only was it a slap to my face when I heard my sperm had been injected into an omega at the Fertility clinic but a threat to all I stood to gain from the contest.
The contest for the position of the lycan king was just a few months away. My chances of becoming the lycan king would have been boosted if my heir were to come from a pureblood, but since purebloods hadn't been seen for centuries, I decided to settle for a mercer.
"Damn you, Louisiana." I muttered as I curled my fist into a ball, anger coursing through me. Louisiana, my ex-girlfriend, was the perfect fit.
She was a mercer and the strongest woman I knew, but she wouldn't agree to bear my children for me. So she left.
The break up had left a huge scar in my heart that would take centuries to start healing. I had no problem with Louisiana refusing to bear my children...honestly I didn't, I loved her too much to want to lose her.
I begged her to stay, I tried to convince her that we could find a way around this, but she left with her ears deaf to my pleas and left behind a huge void.
With no other choice left, I deposited my sperm at a Fertility with one clear instruction; find a mercer and make her carry my seed.
Rage consumed me when I found out my sperm had been accidently deposited into an ordinary omega.
An omega! Of all ranks to bear my seeds, it was an omega! This was a huge disgrace and a stain on my lineage.
My first thought was to find the omega and get her to abort the child, but I had been through way too much to kill my own child.
When the dust finally settled, I would make sure that the stupid fertility clinic paid for their carelessness. Depositing the sperm of the Alpha of Star War pack into an ordinary omega was a crime they will pay for eternities to come.
But what I hadn't expected when I arrived at Alison's house was the most beautiful omega I had ever seen.
The look of fear and fragility on her face when she turned around to face me melted something in my heart. Her beauty was nothing near Louisiana and they were definitely not of the same class.
But she was beautiful in a way I couldn't explain...a way that drew you to her when you didn’t want to.
And when I stepped closer to her to take in her scent, I went hard instantly. All efforts to keep my emotions under control failed. Her hair was dark and luscious, just like Louisiana's.
Her Hazel eyes burned with the perfect kind of fire and innocence at the same time. I didn’t want to hurt her but I had to do what had to be done.
Love wasn’t part of the bargain but...
"Jordon, get a hold of yourself." I caught myself before my thoughts lingered way too much. I closed my eyes and shook the thought out of my head.
She was an ordinary omega, nothing would ever bloom between us. The moment she has my child, I would throw her out instantly without a second thought.
There was no need to keep her around. I will have the best nannies in the pack, tend to my child and give my child the best life.
The fact that an ordinary omega gets to carry my seed angered me to the core.
Plus, I had vowed to myself over a year ago when Louisiana left me that I will never love again. I had wasted so much, invested so much to want to be hurt by another woman. Instead, I would channel my energy, my time and resources to becoming the lycan king and lead my pack fearlessly.
The sole reason I had chosen to deposit my sperm in the first place at a fertility clinic was because I didn't want to get enamoured with any other woman. I could have chosen to search for a woman and get her to sleep with me, but there was just too much at stake for me.
Now, look what my fear has caused me. An omega gets to carry my child. I planned on concealing this information from the father until she bears my child.
Just when I was about to turn around and walk out of my chambers, I felt a presence standing behind me.
I knew that domineering aura anywhere.
"Father, how long have you been standing there?" I asked, masking my emotion before I turned around slowly to face him.
There he stood, as tall as a mountain, the most feared man in the entire pack.
His gaze was cold as he scanned my chamber slightly before taking a step inside.
"What seems to bother you, son?" He asked.
I threw my gaze into a corner, "Nothing." I lied through my teeth.
"Lying is useless to me, Jordon. I watched you pace back and forth, mumbling inaudibly to yourself, so what seems to be the problem?"
I let out a huge sigh, contemplating if I should go ahead and break the news about my predicament to him.
"Have you gotten any news yet from the fertility clinic?" His voice came again.
I figured he would have sensed that my distraught arose from the Fertility clinic.
"I have, they found a vessel." I answered simply.
"A mercer." It wasn't a question.
I swallowed, summoning the courage to look him in the eye and tell him. But when I opened my mouth to speak, my words got stuck in my throat.
A sudden wave of heat enveloped me, the air in my chamber suddenly felt too hot to take in.
"An omega." I wished I could've taken the words back the minute they slipped out.
I watched Father's reaction keenly. His expression didn’t change, rather, he didn't look fazed.
"An omega." He repeated the words, his lips twitching like he had tasted soured wine.
His teeth clenched. "You chose an omega to carry your child?" His voice came out in disbelief.
"I didn't choose, the damn clinic made the mistake. I would never choose an omega to bear for my children." I made it clear to him, my fist clenched again as a new wave of anger surfaced.
"Bring her to me when she gives birth to your child." He said with an air of authority and walked out without saying another word to me.
This was the worst thing that could ever happen to an Alpha.
I needed to cool off for a minute before I exploded. And the way to do that was to f**k my anger into someone or drink to stupor. I had to be sober for the next seven hours so I opted for the former.
I thought about going out to get someone to quench my rage when my mind went instantly to Alison.
For some reason, the thought of f*****g her until she passed out filled my head. That was the perfect way of punishing her without hurting my child.
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