A Walk On The Softer Side (Mpreg)

7-Escaping

October by the side ;)

October's P.O.V

Breath hitched, mind running and a cocky man with a crookedly lopsided smile just staring at me. As though he had nearly told me the best possible thing that could happen.

I wanted to slap that grin right off his face, but even before I could move by a single inch, the door was flung open.

A heavily pregnant woman burst in, running to Owen immediately. At that moment, ranting off a mile a minute. She didn't take notice of me, rather she glided past, swiftly settling her bottom unto a leather seat.

Her stomach was really large, she had to be packing sextuplets up in there or something to be bulging that badly. The guy who knocked her up must be some - I'm going to stop whilst I'm ahead.

Owen seemed lost, "Mistress...Mistress Fiona, we didn't expect you today-"

The blonde woman promptly cut him off, waving a disinterested hand in his direction. "Nevermind Owen, I came to greet my brother-in-law. Soon to be anyways." She beamed at the last sentence, swinging her swollen feet around, drawing light circles with her bare feet. She sighed; clearly relieved at the lack of tension that she was awarded when she took the shoes off.

She was happy enough to even give a short flick of her hair and spin around gleefully.

Owen blushed, "Mistress, you should be wearing proper footwear." He hid behind his shy dimples, uncertain.

Fiona giggled, flinging her hair back again. "Oh please Owen! Don't be like Maverick!" She complained. "I'm simply airing my feet, otherwise the pups get awfully tedious." She reasoned, combing her hair down.

She screeched out suddenly. "Bloody hell! I have a clump of hair, I have a clump!" She bleated.

I tried not to look amused, as Owen ran to her like a headless chicken.

"Mistress, I apologize...your royal majesty, it's only a symptom of pregnancy. Surely proof of the powerful pups that'll you'll be carrying." He reassured. "It'll be for the good of the kingdom Ma'am, certainly for the young Omegas or Alphas that you possibly are full with."

Fiona was having none of it however, wafting her hands about and blinking her eyes randomly.

"No no Owen! You have to say that, you work for Maverick overall. It's compulsory that you say that, even Lance told me that I'll go ugly-"

"Excuse my French mistress but Lance is an egotistical prick that is very unkind." He seethed, eyes flaming.

"You're only like that because he told you to lay off Lady Sophie-"

I coughed; alerting her of my presence as she sharply turned her head to face me. She jumped up suddenly, her little drama clearly forgotten as she studied me.

Her eyes were a startling colour of the leaves of autumn, I found myself relaxing as she grinned at me.

"So...you're the young Alpha?" She questioned, her voice had suddenly gone sultry. As a cloud of adoringly wonderful smells radiated off her.

I didn't know what she meant by Alpha but she certainly...

She smelt heavenly.

Owen gasped, "Mistress! You're releasing pheromones, control yourself!" He ordered.

The spell had been broken; the woman only had to shake her head for the scent to promptly disappear. I tried not to allow my face to falter, though deeply disappointed with her random change in exterior.