Chapter 67 THE PREGNANT MATE
Adam's POV
This is crazy… I want no part of this. Hell no. Absolutely fucking not. No.
That was the loop in my head. Just that. Over and over, I kept saying no. Like if I said it enough times, reality would get embarrassed and back off.
I don’t remember how we got back to the bedroom.
I don’t remember walking. I don’t remember Kael carrying me. I don’t remember the halls or the usual stares or the doors opening. There’s just a hole in my memory, a blank stretch of nothing, and then I’m here… sitting on the edge of the bed, hands shaking, chest tight, breath coming in short, ugly pulls.
I am not a pregnant male.
I am not.
This whole world already feels like too much. Falling into a werewolf pack. Being marked by an Alpha. Turning gay because of it— because of him. Finding out my past isn’t clean or simple or even human. Being hunted by another pack like I’m some prize animal or experiment they misplaced. Being unwanted by everyone in the pack I'm among.
That alone is enough.
Enough.
But pregnant?
No.
Where? How? Where is it even sitting? In my stomach? My chest? Somewhere else? How does that even work? Can this get any more unreal? Is this some sick joke the universe is playing on me because it ran out of normal ways to hurt me?
“Adam,” Kael says softly. Too softly, like he's scared of getting me more mad because I've been very vocally mad. “Baby, please, sit down. Relax please. Just take a deep breath… I understand how you feel but—”
“Stop,” I snap. “Just shut up. You don't understand anything.”
He freezes mid-step.
“You just keep talking, asking me to calm breathe relax yada yada, ” I repeat, louder, my voice cracking. “Just—just shut up for a second.”
Kael doesn’t raise his voice. He never does, but right now I wish he fucking does. “I’m just trying to help you calm down.”
“I don’t want to calm down!” I yell. “Do you hear yourself? Calm down? I’m being told I’m pregnant! I’m a man!”
He takes another step closer. “Adam—”
“Shut up!” I scream. “Just shut up!”
The word echoes in the room, ugly and loud. My chest heaves. My hands curl into fists so tight my nails dig into my palms.
“This is your fault,” I blurt out, the thought spilling out before I can stop it. “This is all your fault.”
Kael still doesn’t yell. That somehow makes it worse.
“Tell me why you feel that way,” he says quietly.
“Don’t do that. Don’t talk to me like I’m a problem you’re trying to solve.”
“You’re not a problem,” he says immediately.
“Then why am I like this?” I shout, gesturing wildly at myself. “Why is my body doing things it shouldn’t be able to do? You did this. You put me in this mess.”
Kael’s jaw tightens, just a little. “Adam, I would never—”
“You purposely got me pregnant!” I yell, the words tumbling out ugly and unfiltered. “You knew this could happen and you didn’t tell me. Why didn’t you tell me men could get pregnant in your stupid werewolf world?”
Heavy silence followed…
Kael exhales slowly. “I didn’t know,” he says. “I swear to you. I didn’t think it was possible either.”
“Bullshit,” I spit. “You expect me to believe that? You’re the Alpha. You know everything. You know all the rules. All the traditions. All the disgusting biological shit.”
“I know our biology,” he says calmly. “Not whatever is happening with you.”
That calm again. That steady tone. It’s like throwing my fists at water. There’s nothing to hit, and I wanna fucking hit something!!
I laugh, a broken sound. “Look at you,” I say. “You’re so calm. So sure. Like this is just another pack problem to manage. Do I look like I'm joking? Is this a joke to you? Is whatever the fuck is going on, a joke to you?”
“No, baby. I’m calm because you need one of us to be,” Kael replies gently.
I stare at him, long enough to feel something in me twist.
He looks… tired. Worried. His eyes are soft and shiny, like he’s holding back something big and heavy. His hands are open at his sides, not clenched, not defensive. He looks like he’s trying so hard not to scare me.
The anger drains out of me all at once, leaving nothing but raw guilt.
“I didn’t mean—” My voice breaks. “I didn’t mean to yell like that.”
My hands fly to my hair. I tug at it, hard, like I can pull myself out of this reality by force. “This has to be a dream. This has to be some fucked-up dream.”
I pull again. Harder this time… Pain sparks.
It’s not a dream.
My emotions slam into me all at once: fear, disgust, confusion, grief… and I hate it. I hate how loud it all is. I hate that I can’t shut it off.
“I can’t do this,” I choke, tears blurring my vision. “I can’t. I really can’t.”
I collapse inward, my shoulders folding as the sobs break loose. Ugly, shaking sobs that hurt my throat and chest.
Kael moves instantly, pulling me into his arms.
“Shh,” he murmurs, rocking me gently. “It's okay, baby. I’m right here.”
“I don’t want this,” I cry into his chest. “I don’t want any of it. I didn’t ask for this body. Or this world. Or this—this thing inside me. This is wrong. Why is everything wrong with me?”
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Kael says softly. “Nothing wrong with you.”
“Yes there is!” I sob. “Everything is wrong!”
He tightens his arms around me. “Baby, listen to me. We’re mated. You were with me through my rut. This is… expected.”
“That doesn’t make it okay,” I whisper desperately.
“I didn’t expect it either,” he admits. “I didn’t think you could get pregnant. Not without your wolf surfacing. This is confusing for me too.”
I pull back just enough to look at him, my face wet and hot. “Then why do you sound so calm? Why don't you crash out too?”
“Because a pup is never a bad thing,” he says. “Not to me.”
That hurts. It hurts so bad.
“I would give anything,” he continues, voice thick, “even my life, to make sure you and the pup are safe. Giving me an heir— Darling, that’s a blessing.”
“No,” I shake my head wildly. “No. Don’t call it that. Don’t.”
“I’ll double every offering to the Moon Goddess this coming feast,” he says earnestly. “I’ll thank her every day for this blessing. Please don’t call this wrong. It’s breaking my heart.”
I sob harder. “Kael… I’m a boy.”
He cups the back of my head, fingers threading gently through my hair. “I know, baby. I know.”
His voice is so soft it almost undoes me.
“Male omegas are breeders too,” he says quietly. “Don’t worry. It’ll make sense to you soon.”
“I don’t want it to make sense,” I cry. “I don’t want this.”
He doesn’t argue. He just pulls me closer and holds me.
The silence that follows hurts so much more than the shouting.
I know he’s hurting too. I can feel it in the way his arms tremble slightly around me. In the way his breath isn’t as steady as he’s pretending it is.
But I can’t accept it.
I can’t come to terms with being a pregnant boy.
And that truth sits between us, heavy and unmovable, as I cry myself empty in the arms of the man who loves me… and whose world makes room for things mine never prepared me for.