“How’s he doing?”

“Good but I think I’ll have him tell you after I make some phone calls. I don’t need your psycho twin attacking Pa. You both got surprises for each other.

“Like?”

“It’s best you see for yourself…” Her gaze linked on my twin. “Both of you.”

She walked off, but I could see the tremble in her steps.

I turned to my pregnant twin. “Don’t attack her or my father.”

My exact voice rang back, “What if they attempt to hurt you?”

My lips thinned. I was about to tell… ‘myself’ how ridiculous that sounded but there were stories of Omega’s being attacked. A few by their own kin. It was a few seconds while I wondered.

No. Pa would never do it. Becky?

I took a few more seconds to ponder but decided in her favor. “Don’t do anything to them,” I said.

I walked into my room and felt the tug of the chain with every step. Pictures of sports stars and other manly men hung from the walls. The old Peter said it was to inspire him. The new me wondered if there was something else to it.

I don’t think I was gay. Men did nothing for me and yet... I agreed to the Volardi program even with the risks. Most straight guys wouldn’t take a chance on being taken by a man and then knocked up no matter how small, but I did. Nate would never do something like this. He was macho to his core. But I took the test…

Why? Because there wasn’t much to risk?

Or did I know something deep inside?

I didn’t have an answer. Maybe I didn’t want to know, so I laid on the bed as I had done so many times before. I stared up at the ceiling while I felt the cold, gold chain snake along my slender chest.

There was still a chance I couldn’t get out of this. Like it or not, I had to accept the possibility of being an Omega forever.

What would that be like?

Half the planet lives as a female and they seem to endure it. Hell, some like Becky love it. It’s not like I would be female. I’d just be a man that had a baby. Although… the implant gave me historical knowledge. Their Omegas were basically their women. Maybe there was some subtlety to it, but I would carry the kid, birth it, and…

Be a man. Is that the word I’m looking for?

My eyes closed, and I softly tugged at the claiming chain attached to my chest. Such a small pull but it was enough to send a spike of pleasure-pain out with every firm but gentle tug. I shimmied on the bed and heard it creak back while my teeth grit together.

The implant told me Omegas had a higher pain tolerance. Figured that was due to babies. As I pinched my nipple slowly, I wondered if there was another reason. So much of this body’s pleasure was tied to pain. It wasn’t that aches didn’t hurt… it was so damn addictive. Almost like I needed it. The hurt from my nipples was agony and yet, I could feel myself grow wet within my ass with every tug.