The original host's memories surfaced gradually in his mind. 'When an omega mated during heat…They always get pregnant.'
Always.
And the only way to prevent it was to get contraceptives before the heat, or at least, the morning after.
'Oh fuck.'
The realization dropped into his gut like a stone. 'Type B pregnancy. Four and a half months.'
Dr. Elias's voice echoed in his mind from a distance.
'Maternal mortality rates for Type B alpha pregnancies are... significant. Many omegas don't survive the birth.'
Levi took a deep breath that came out shaky. His fingers curled against his stomach, gripping the fabric.
But before Levi could think any further, he heard the sound of dull footsteps getting closer to the door. He quickly adjusted and shut his eyes before the door clicked open.
Noah paused at the door and then proceeded to lighten his footsteps, trying not to wake the sleeping omega on the bed.
