Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 53

I know you’re surprised I sucked his dick instead of crying about having a child.

Come on. I couldn’t refuse his dick. You think I’m crazy, but I’m being honest. Fucking hell, have you seen Connor’s dick? That thing is a problem. It’s better than your man’s own, and I’m not even saying that to be petty. I’m saying it because it’s true.

Your man might give you soft strokes and sweet kisses, but Connor? Connor will split you open, ruin your throat, break your mind, and then carry you to the bathroom like a gentleman while his cum drips out of you.

And the worst part?

I still want it.

Because my body doesn’t give a damn what stage of life I’m in. When Connor says, “Open your mouth,” I do it. And when he says, “Swallow Daddy’s cum,” I moan like I was born to please him.

Now enough of me yapping around. Let’s get back to what happened after I wiped the cum off my lips and tried to remember how to stand up without my legs shaking.

Because Connor didn’t even let me bask in the afterglow of that blowjob. Nope. The moment he came down from his high, he pulled me up, kissed the mess off my mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world, and then smacked my ass hard enough to make me gasp.

“Get dressed, baby,” he said, like we weren’t still dripping and breathless in the middle of the damn living room. “We’re going to the hospital.”

I blinked up at him. “Huh?”

He grabbed a tissue, wiped the corner of my mouth gently, then kissed my forehead like I hadn’t just choked on his cock like it was my last meal.

“The pack doctor is waiting. I want them to check you out. I need to know what’s happening to your body.”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell him I was fine, that I didn’t need a check–up, that I didn’t want to sit in some white room while a doctor poked at me and asked awkward questions. But the look on Connor’s face wasn’t playful anymore.

It was serious.

And fuck, that look always made my thighs clench.

So I got dressed.

Or tried to.

He dressed me, actually. Pulled my clothes on piece by piece, kissing me between each layer, like he couldn’t help himself. Then he carried fne to the car, strapped me in like I was made of glass, and drove with one hand on my thigh the entire time.

By the time we reached the pack hospital, I was nervous.

The receptionist didn’t even ask for many details.

She took one look at Connor, caught the sharp scent of his authority. Her eyes flicked to me, then back to him, and she gave a respectful nod without a word. I could almost hear the question she didn’t ask: Did he finally breed her?

She didn’t need an answer.

“Dr. Maelis is ready for you,” she said quickly.

Connor didn’t say thank you. He just nodded once, a hand still wrapped around mine, and led me through the white hallways.

“Lily,” Dr Maelis said, acknowledging me with a nod. Then she looked at him. “Alpha.”

Connor gave a respectful tilt of his head but said nothing. His grip on my hand tightened slightly, like he was reminding me he was still there. Like he could feel me shaking inside even if I looked steady on the outside.

The doctor didn’t waste time.

“Five days late,” she said, flipping through her clipboard. “Any additional symptoms?”

I cleared my throat. My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “Not really sure… My breasts feel sore. My scent.,it’s changing. I don’t know how to explain it. I just feel… different.”

She nodded, not surprised. “Your body is responding to the hormonal shift. We’ll confirm the pregnancy first. Then we’ll take a closer look at what your scent is telling us.”

She moved toward the exam table and gestured for me to lie down.

Connor helped me up like I was made of something fragile. He placed both hands on my hips as I climbed onto the table, kissed the side of my head, then stood close while I adjusted myself on the crinkling paper.

Meanwhile, my heart was crawling up my throat and my thoughts were spiraling.

What if it was too much for me?

What if this baby inside me started growing faster than it should, clawing into my insides and turning me into something I didn’t recognize?

What if Connor changed his mind?

What if I wasn’t enough?

I didn’t even notice when the doctor took my blood. I barely noticed when she placed her hand over my abdomen and started muttering softly in a language I didn’t understand.

Dr. Maelis turned around slowly.

And I knew.

I fucking knew.

“She’s pregnant.”

But the doctor wasn’t done.

“There’s more.”

Of course there was. There’s always more.

“Her hCG levels are unusually high. Her core temperature is elevated. The energy around her womb is already shifting. This isn’t just an ordinary pregnancy.”

“What does that mean?”

She didn’t soften. She wasn’t the type to coddle. She was the type to tell you the truth.

“Your heat was rare. What we call a Lunar Spike. It happens once in a generation, and only when a female Ornega is exposed to the right Alpha during her peak. Your body responded to him fully. The moment he bred you, the bond began. That pup is already tethered to both of you. Strongly.

Permanently.”

“And the pup is growing very fast”

“So fast, in fact, that I would like to examine something a little more private with you, Lily. Internally.

My breath caught.

“I want to check your cervix manually. The rate of hormone growth suggests early physical shifts. I’ll need to place my fingers inside your v****a to feel the changes directly. Would that be alright?”

Connor’s body went rigid beside me. I could feel the possessiveness flare off him like heat. His jaw clenched. His shoulders squared. His grip on my hand didn’t loosen.

“Can you leave us for a minute, Alpha?” the doctor asked gently, turning to him without a hint of fear. “This part of the exam is best done without external interference.”

“No,” he said immediately. “She’s my mate. I’ll stay right here.”

I knew that look in his eyes. I knew the sharpness of his voice wasn’t aimed at the doctor. It was his instinct. His wolf.

But I also knew what I had to say.

I turned my head slowly and reached up to cup his cheek. “Come on, Connor. Don’t be rude,” I whispered, trying not to laugh at the way his entire body tensed like a little boy being told off. “Just a minute, okay? I promise I’m fine.”

He looked at me.

Really looked at me.

I watched the tension in his jaw twitch. I watched his nostrils flare like he was deciding whether to growl or breathe. Then, finally, the tightness in his eyes softened. He leaned down close, so close his lips brushed the shell of my ear.

“When you’re done,”

“Daddy’s gonna do more naughty things to you.”

I bit back a gasp.

My thighs clenched. My cheeks burned. My core pulsed with heat even as my body remained stretched out on that cold table.

“You naughty boy” I whispered back with a smile, letting my lashes flutter as I teased him.

He smirked.

That cocky, arrogant, panty–soaking smirk that always meant trouble. Then he straightened, nodded once to the doctor with a silent warning in his eyes, and left the room without another word.

The second the door closed behind him.

As soon as the door closed behind Connor, I swear the whole room felt smaller. Like everything paused. The doctor smiled at me..too calm, too kind, like she wasn’t about to do something that would flip my whole world inside out.

“Open your legs,” she said softly, and I did.

I laid back on the crinkly white sheet, heart beating fast, legs parted just enough, trying not to overthink the fact that I was literally spread open in front of another woman while my mate stood just outside the door. And then, just when I was about to ask what she was checking for, she said it.

“I’m sorry.”

What?

Wait.. what?

And before I could even lift my head or close my damn thighs, I felt the cold press of something metallic between my folds. Then a pinch. Sharp, stinging, right in my pussy.

My entire body jerked.

“W–what did you just do?!” I gasped, trying to sit up but my legs wouldn’t move right. There was a burning sensation low in my pelvis. Hot. Spreading. Almost…electric?

“It’s okay,” she said quickly, glancing at the door. “It’s just a sedative.”

“Sedative? What the fuck?” My voice cracked as I pushed against the edge of the exam table. My arms felt heavy. My fingers were tingling. “What are you sedating me for?! I came for a pregnancy test not… not this–what the hell did you inject me with?!”

She didn’t answer. She just pulled on a pair of gloves and reached for a file on the counter.

And that was when I realized it.

I couldn’t close my legs.

I couldn’t move them.

I couldn’t even lift my hips off the table.

My pussy was open. Exposed. And I was paralyzed from the waist down.

“No. No no no. What the fuck is this?! Where is Connor?! I swear to God I’ll scream!”

“You won’t need to,” she said quietly, “He won’t come in unless I call him.”

My eyes burned. My chest was rising and falling so fast I thought I’d pass out. “What are you doing to me?”

She finally looked at me. Her expression wasn’t cruel. It was worse. It was clinical. Cold. Unfeeling. “I need to confirm what kind of pup you’re carrying. We’ve seen this before… when a mating bond doesn’t match the embryo. There’s a risk it isn’t his.”

My blood ran cold.

“What the fuck are you saying?”

She stepped between my legs. “I’m saying your body is reacting to something unnatural. There’s a chance this child… isn’t supposed to exist.”

And then I saw it.

A tray. Shiny instruments.

“No. You’re not putting anything inside me. Stop. Don’t touch me…Connor!!”

“Shh,” she said quickly, her hands moving to spread me wider.

“Connor…” I said slowly as the edges of my vision began to blur.

I passed out.