LOVE SYNDROME [NAN & MAC] - Short Stories

Chapter 19 - Lines

Single for not, double for yes, Mac repeated to himself,  memorising the box before his nervousness erased his memory entirely, thanks to panic brewing within. He had mustered enough courage to buy them, now he had to use them to have a peace of mind or in a worse case scenario,  go nuts completely,  which he frequently did after all living with a psycho. The instructions were rather disgusting,  he had to admit, like, who does all this yucky stuff anyway?

// You// the Universe supplied, anxiously waiting to it to happen.

He had spent enough time in bathroom, any longer and a staff will get his Dad and no, he didn't need that stress, not until he was ready that is but looking at his present mental self, talking alone for so long with a test kit, he may never agree for the consequences. Once the deed was done, all he had to do was wait, be patient, a quick one and it would be nothing so he can go out and be himself again. There was a client meet tomorrow,  factory visit the day after, a dinner with an investor and so, yes, he had to hold it all together for all the above reasons. Simple, right?

Except, maybe it was his star sign or date of birth, unsure which was it, that made things,  well, not so simple because there, staring back at him were lines, 1 for no, 2 for yes, three for stupid fuck he was!

Pregnant.

Two pink lines, white test kit dipped in his own pee was enough to have him go crazy in his office bathroom,  slumping against the door in despair. What was he going to do, how was he to explain himself, how to care for a baby and Mac stopped himself. No. 

There can't be a baby, he can barely care for himself, there was no reason the Universe could ever give to justify her gift. Never!

// You're an omega, hun//  she screamed in delight, her little sapling was going to have a little one himself.  She was going to be a grandmother!!!

Fuck!

How was he to explain to his Alpha?

Mac could only hide his face in paper towels, hoping to smother himself so he didn't have to face the world beyond this door and be the first person in his family to die, suffocating from toilet paper. Oh, he could imagine the media coverage! He would be the talk for many birthdays and festivals in his own family, Kitchawangsan's son finally did something more humiliating than presenting as an omega , coming from a family of alphas. 10 years have lapsed but the humiliation still stung, his family gathered to celebrate his reveal, cousins far and wide with money packets and gifts to shower the young alpha and indeed he was ' showered'. The shock at his presentation had slowly, yet surely shifted, some to pity for his single Dad, who will stand to lose his entire empire to an alpha, for the alpha holds his mated omega's inheritance.  Others mocked, he would lose his right to work, depending on his alpha's decision, made to bear children and care for them, being a dutiful omega was all he would ever be, to obey and abide by his alpha, as nature called for it.

Tears leaked, wetting beautiful lashes as Mac crumbled inwardly, his anguish had him sobbing quietly in private before the big revelation , bringing on more insults, a sure repeat of the past. Knees drawn to chest, he made himself small, hiding tears behind folded arms across his knees, asking why he was being punished over and over again.

He lost the chance to be an alpha, didn't get to choose his alpha, and now, being pregnant wasn't even his choice. The bastard liked to forego condoms when they mated, a primal need to be flesh in flesh, Mac's reminders forgotten once pheromones rose, an omegas natural response to feel warmth and overwhelming sensation towards their mated alphas, their own desires and thoughts taking a back seat, allowing the alpha to take control and he did, every single time. They mated more often than others, his alpha's high sexual demand, daily when they first mated, shifting to 3,4 times a week, still much more than ones he read online.