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Vickor's Son

Krane North

‘What?’ I gasped in surprise. This isn’t supposed to happen, and not pregnant.

It’s the only thing I could say thinking about how and what happened that night. Staring at the two red lines on the stick, my shanking as I picked it up.

“No!” looking down, biting my lip softly, and looking down at my belly.

Pregnant?

I’m pregnant.

I was lying on the bed, trying hard to hold back tears. “I’ll just make a dr.s appointment and clear this mess up. I’m not pregnant.”

Krane’s heart has been on edge for three days since the two lines on the stick.

He knew how it happened, “I’m so stupid, the condom must have broken, but I didn’t think I’d get pregnant outside my heat.” he whimpered, pulling his legs closer to his chest. How can he raise a baby if he can barely pay rent? Working at the Drinks bar only got him so far; he couldn’t even remember the last time he ate, 2, many three days ago.

“Krane?” the nurse yelled, nearly jumping out of the seat. He tucked his head low, seeing nothing but couples smiling and laughing at their happiness, something he’ll never have; no Alpha will want a single-parent omega. And worst, he didn’t even know the name of the father.

Next was the O-States, where society puts pregnant un-claimed omegas to live out their days. It was forever for the Dr. to come into the room, but when he did, a raised eyebrow at the absent Alpha in the room.

“I don’t have a claimer,” Krane said sadly, and by law, Dr. are not allowed to examine a pregnant omega without the Claimer with them, but in some cases, there’s no claimer. He gave me a sad smile, and we went over everything,

Right there on the screen was the baby.

“I take it this wasn’t planned?” the dr asked with his sober voice and Beta-natured smile. After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat. “You’re 12 weeks; does that ring any bells?”

‘Of course it did; it was the first and only time I sold my body to pay rent.’ Krane nodded while he printed pictures.

(Flashback)

“Can I get you a drink?” Krane said, sitting next to what looked like a wall sitting on the stool. Big brode shoulders and huge hulk-like hands held his glass, the glass sweat fearing not to crush under those hands.

“Sure,” he kept his attention on his drink,

‘ I might as well find someone else.’ with an eye roll Krane pressed his luck further.

“How much?” widened eyes shot to him,

“Emmm…”

“If you don’t have a set price, then I’ll leave.” he instantly tried to calculate.

“Um, two hundred and… hour,” Krane blurts out while holding up two fingers to the close digit that came to mind, and by the look of his suit, he could pay.

He stood and finished his drink, looking at him, Krane obviously looking at the muscular man.

Easy three-hundred pounds of beef spread like butter to his toast body. Jumping off the chair to stand next to him, Krane’s minor petit fame could pass as his arm; he stood to his armpit.

“Name?” he said between them as they left, taking Krane’s lips on his.

“No!” not wanting to know anything about him or remember this night.

This big man did little work discarding our clothes as we entered his hotel room. Making a mental checklist, Krane had spent three weeks thinking it over after his co-worker told him he could make extra money by hooking up with some club holders.

Not in heat- good, no pregnancy

Money for rent- live another three months

Prepped-no foreplay needed.

“Please, I’m ready” Krane didn’t want to think anymore. I just wanted it over with. The man stared at him; for a moment, Krane felt empty.

“Up you go.” standing off the bed, the man picked Krane up like a twig.

“We can do it on the bed,” the suggestion fell on deaf ears, but he smiled, entering the tender hole.

The effect gravity had on him… caused him to cry.

“Bounce,” doing as he said and slowly bouncing, Krane slowly thrust up and down, the big hands holding his waist; there was little doubt that the man could touch with how small Krane was to him.

“Please. Ah...Um… I…”

“I can’t… Take it” his brown eyes stared into Krane’s blueish green. He pulled out to his tip, and like a flash, he spun Krane around, his back leaning against the man’s chest.

‘He spun me around in the air with his d**k still in me.’ Krane gasped; his legs felt more jelly by the minute. With every thrust, Krane cried out.

“Ah…” Krane didn’t make noise with anyone else, and this man had him nearly screaming.

‘He’s filling me to the point I feel like I’m ripping.’ Krane thought as his toes curled and his arm wrapped around the man's neck, nearly to the point of begging to stop. With a snicker, the man picked up pacing; Krane screamed with a slamming feeling to his prostate.

“Oh- god— please, ah– please, I can’t —--take it.” Krane’s cries and the slapping sounds of flesh echoed through the walls

The man whispered in Krane’s ear, “You’ll think again before pimping yourself out.” as he licked Krane’s ear, grunting.

“f**k!!!!” he finally laid him on the bed, smiling cheerfully, watching Krane quiver and shake, trying to maintain his spasms.

“Ready,” he said, hovering over Krane’s body, ready for more,

“More???” a gasp and exhaustion followed quickly.

“You want more than two hundred, right? And I hadn’t c*m once yet.” he pulled Krane to the edge of the bed. The feeling of him settling inside his body made a loud moan.

“Please— mercy, oh god,”

“No tapping out now,” he growled lowly, with deep hard thrusts. Nearly the own night was spent being f****d thoroughly to the moon and back. Groggy and sore from head to toe, Krane sat up, holding back tears, he wasn’t a virgin, but that made him feel dirty. To sell his body to a stranger to pay his rent.

On the table was $1,000 and a note.

{Don’t sell your delicious body to anyone again; call me anytime, and I’ll give you more for recovery expenses. Xxx-xx-xxxx}

(End of flashback)

I’ve had his number on my fridge door since that morning; I don’t know how to call him. What would I say?

Most likely, he’s forgotten all about me too. Just text him [Hey, you knocked me up,] hell no.

I just had to call the number….

“NO!” I snapped balling up the paper.

I am dropping to the couch with ice cream and another tear-jerking movie.

I won’t ask him for more money or responsibility for my choice.

But reality hit me hard… “I’m pregnant...I’m having a baby… I’m not claimed; oh s**t!”

I rushed to pull the paper out of the trash, swallowing hard as I dialed the number.

“Hello,” Click…. Hung up the phone three times at the sound of his voice.

“Don’t hang up...You were the man from the bar three months ago?” oddly, his voice sounded slightly softer than that night.

“Yes,” even though he was talking on the phone, my heart raced, and my toes curled at the thought of his body on me again.

“You need more money?” his voice seems dry and neutral as if I was asking for it, but that’s not what I wanted.

“You need to take responsibility,” I said, listening to his breathing,

“I don’t understand,” he said, and then we should meet at the cafe near my house.

A while later, I walked into the cafe seeing the wall man was sitting in the corner booth.

“Hello, I’m Krane,” I held out my hand for him to shake, and he took my hand with a light shake.

“Hello, I’m Vickar,” we sat down.

“I didn’t want to involve you. You’re a busy man….” I tried to say but failed when tears rose in my eyes. I cupped my face in fear… I don’t know anything about him, and I’m about to tell him he put a baby inside me. By law, I’m permitting him to be my claimer. No more freedom, everything he says, I must obey. I pulled out the ultrasound picture without turning back now, but his face didn’t change. He just looked at the picture facedown. He didn’t look at it. Of course not I’m just w***e, trying to get more money. His phone started ringing. I just kept my head low; omegas don’t have the luxury to hold our heads up.

“Yes,” I all but blocked out his conversation until he grabbed my wrist, pulling me with him.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked as he put me into the car.

“Dr. S,” I already went to a doctor. Why would I need another one?

“What? Oh… ok,” I wasn’t going to fight him; let him find out for himself.

Sitting in a new Dr.s office, this one was different. There were many other men with different size bellies, and none had a spouse.

“I understand you want nothing to do with this, and I’m sorry I called you.” I snapped, staring out the window of the car. He only made a grunt, we were on our way back from the doctor’s office, and Vickar hadn’t said two words to me, not even looked at me.

“Thanks for the ride,” I needed to get as far away from him as possible. It’s not that I’m scared of him. It’s just he intimidates me.

I guessed he drove off, letting out a breath of relief. Nothing has changed, I’m still pregnant, and the father knows. And, like many men, he doesn’t want anything to do with it.

Startled by a giant hand grabbing the door, Vickar pushed me into the apartment. Against the wall, I stared at him.

“I should punish you for thinking I want nothing to do with my kid.” His words hit me, but how did he know I was thinking that? And like before, I was picked up onto his hips, a kiss, the lips I’d missed, this body of warmth I’ve been longing for.

“First your punishment and then the plan; you’re Mine now,” he growled softly. I’m not sure if I should like this feeling.

He had me again begging for mercy as he utterly destroyed my ass. If this is how my life will be now, I’m happy, but damn, he’s trying to kill me with that monster c**k. leaned up on my elbows, looking closer at Vikor’s features. The babies will undoubtedly have a strong jawline, sharper than a knife, maybe high cheekbones, deep brown hair, long lashes, and dark caramel skin.

“Why are you staring?” his gruff voice spoke, but he didn’t move a muscle. I didn’t even know he was awake.

“Jus…just thinking.” I need to show him I can be submissive to his every order.

“Krane, I won’t hurt you. This stupid claim law will only be a smoke screen between us. I’ll hold your claim but not take your freedom.” At least a weight left my shoulders; I could look forward to speaking my mind.