Ember Of Winter

"Congratulations, Mr. Jay. You're pregnant." the doctor announced with a professional smile. "Who? Me?" I asked in shock, pointing at myself. "Yes, you." "But… but how?" My voice was filled with disbelief. "Ahem… When two bodies… one bottom and one top meet, then…" Dr. Richard cleared his throat as he began to explain. "Bullshit, Richard. I know human physiology. But I'm not an Omega," I said through gritted teeth, staring at my longtime best friend who had known me for years. "According to the report, you are pregnant. If you doubt my abilities, you can get a second opinion from somewhere else." My words seemed to have hurt him. He spoke with clear irritation in his tone. "Richard, I'm not an Omega. How can I be pregnant?" I finally asked, feeling frustrated. I was born a male Alpha. How could I possibly get pregnant? It was impossible. That incompetent Richard must have messed up the test. "The chances are low, but not impossible. Sometimes specific pheromones can alter an Alpha's body structure." "Specific pheromones?" I looked at him in surprise. "Look, you're a Recessive Alpha. If you were a Dominant Alpha, it might have been impossible. But because you're recessive, it's possible that you slept with an Enigma whose pheromones changed your body structure… But?" "But what?" I asked impatiently, my eyes wide as I listened. "Changing body structure isn't that simple. You must have slept with this person more than once. Without a certain amount, you couldn't have gotten pregnant. Which is surprising. You're not the type to sleep with someone a second time. Hmm… Who could it be?" He stared into space thoughtfully. "So… so have I become an… an Omega?" I stammered. "No. You're still an Alpha. Just…" He left the sentence unfinished. A pregnant Alpha… Just thinking about it sent shivers down my spine. "You don't want this child?" He read the expression on my face. Of course I didn't want this child. What sane person… what sane Alpha would want to get pregnant? I was a famous playboy whose every weekend was spent in someone's arms. I was addicted to human touch, no matter the form. A hot tongue drinking the sweetness from my mouth, fingers plunging deep into my tight hole, hands kneading my chest, teeth biting my n*****s. Those thighs I straddled while riding big c*cks. I loved it when a hot chest pressed against my back and thrust into me from behind. I loved my life. I was happy. I never wanted to impregnate someone else and bring a child into this world, so why would I want my own? But when Richard asked, I couldn't answer right away. "Think about it. You still have time. Give me your answer in a week." He sensed my hesitation and gave me time to think. "Thank you," I said, looking at him gratefully. "But I've already decided. I want the baby." I surprised him. Yes, I didn't need time to think. Maybe it was the hormones but the mere thought of removing this tiny embryo caused me pain. I wanted to bring him into this world. I wanted to give him all the love and happiness in the universe. This would be my child.......only mine. The two of us would be each other's support. Dr. Richard prescribed me multivitamins and iron supplements, gave me some precautionary instructions and let me go. By the time I reached home, I had a book in my hand: How to Deal with First Trimester Fear.