Omega's Song: Poppy Field Mpreg Series, #7

By Beau Brown

Mason Stone loves writing songs, and sharing them with anyone who'll listen. He's talented too, and has quite a following in Poppy Field. He hopes to make a living in the music field, but it's not easy getting noticed in a small town like Poppy Field. When a big shot music producer moves to town, Mason makes a point of trying to charm the guy. Which isn't easy, because Bain Harris is a bit of an asshole.

When Bain Harris moves to Poppy Field, it isn't because he loves small towns. He's a city boy through and through, and is only in Poppy Field because he's running from some drama back in Los Angeles. He's produced some of the biggest names in the music industry, but he's got a bit of a reputation for sleeping with his protégées. One broken hearted protégée swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills when he dumped him, and so Bain is hiding out in Poppy Field until things blow over.

Bain can see that Mason is extremely gifted, and he even thinks maybe he can help the kid. He's also extremely attracted to Mason, but after what happened back in Los Angeles, he's a little gun shy about getting involved with anyone; especially since he still doesn't want anything serious. But he doesn't need to worry about Mason, the last thing Mason wants is to settle down and have babies. Music is Mason's only true love.

Unfortunately, things go from awkward to disastrous when Mason ends up pregnant.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Beau Brown
• Release date: Jul 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201183271

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Chapter One

Mason

I was performing my last set at the Coffee and Cupcakes Cafe, when my eyes met those of a jade eyed alpha who’d wandered in. My heart thumped, and I almost dropped my guitar when I recognized him. Bain Harris of Harris Music Productions. He was one of the hottest indie music producers in the business right now. He was also just plain hot. What in the heck was he doing in this dusty little town?

Distracted, my fingers fumbled a few cords, as I sucked in a big breath and attempted to calm down. I knew how to sing and play like a pro. No need to start hyperventilating like a total newb. Besides, maybe it wasn’t even Bain Harris. Maybe it was just a guy who looked exactly like him; down to the diamond stud in his ear, expensive duds, and air of supreme confidence.

The alpha stood at the counter to order a drink, watching me with an enigmatic expression. His gaze was intense and direct, it definitely made me uneasy. I tried not to stare at him, and I focused on the smiling, clapping people in the front row instead. Lisa, Tori and Sarah came to every single show I did in Poppy Field. They always came early, grabbed seats, and stayed to the very last song. They were super fans for sure, and I appreciated them more than ever at this moment. It was reassuring to look at their beaming faces, knowing they loved my music.

The song ended, and I shuffled my sheet music as the small crowd cheered. When a few sheets of paper fluttered to the ground, I almost knocked over the music stand trying to grab them. I missed, and with my face hot, smiled at Tori as she retrieved the papers for me.

Thanks. I guess I’m all thumbs tonight. I smiled, hoping to hide my embarrassment. My arm pits were sweaty and my mouth dry. I felt a lot like the first time I’d done an open mike years ago; terrified. It had been ages since I’d had any kind of nerves on stage. This next one is dedicated to my three favorite Stoners. I winked at Lisa, Tori and Sarah. They’d come up with the nickname Stoners for my fan base because my last name was Stone, and usually I just thought it was funny. Tonight, I felt mortified when Bain made a chuffing noise. I avoided looking at him, and gave the three girls one of my brightest smiles.

I launched into the song, relieved when I hit all the high notes just right. I had some trouble holding the longer notes because I was so breathless, but I hoped it wasn’t obvious to anyone but me. At one point, Bain came even closer and leaned against the counter a few feet from me. I did my best to ignore him, but I did steal one quick glance. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth a straight line. My stomach sank and I wished I’d never looked. My confidence plummeted at his unimpressed expression, but I continued to fake it as best I could.

The set was only thirty minutes, but I felt like it took six hours to get to my last song of the night. Truthfully, I was so flustered, I just wished Bain would leave, but he didn’t. He planted himself in the back of the shop, in one of the comfy chairs near the fire place. I told myself he was probably ignoring me by this point, but the one time I did look in his direction, that same blank, assessing stare met my gaze.

I finished the last song and faked a big smile, thanking everyone for coming out and staying for the whole show. As I pulled my guitar off over my head, Lisa, Tori and Sarah descended.

Oh, my gosh, Tori said, her eyes sparkling. Summer Twilight was the best you’ve ever done it!

Definitely. I mean, that one high note? Sarah clasped her hands. "It was fucking perfect."

My face warmed, but I was grateful for their positive feedback. I’d felt like a complete novice up on stage tonight, and my ego needed a little stroking. Thanks, guys. I felt like I didn’t do Midnight justice.

What? yelped, Lisa. No way. It was awesome.

They seemed so sincere, I tried to allow myself to believe them. Other people came up too, and told me how much they’d enjoyed the show. I felt a little better after a few minutes, and I gathered my sheet music, and started loading the sound equipment into my pickup truck parked outside. The night air was chilly, but it felt great against my sweaty skin. I was disappointed in myself that I was too intimidated to approach that alpha and see if he really was Bain Harris. The very idea of going up to him, and asking him what he thought of my show, made my stomach clench with stress. Because of that, I avoided even looking in the direction of the strange alpha as I worked.

Once I had the sound board and speakers in the truck, I locked the vehicle and went back inside to say goodnight to anyone still hanging around. Lisa, Tori and Sarah were still there, gazing at me adoringly.

Lisa held out a cup of hot tea. It has lots of honey, Honey. She giggled. Just the way you like it.

I took the cup from her, smiling. You’re so good to me, Lisa.

Her cheeks flushed. Well, it’s the least I can do for all the pleasure your music gives me. She glanced at her pals. Us.

Seriously, you’re like the only thing that keeps me sane, living here in Poppy Field. It’s so boring. Sarah laughed, and looked at her friends. We say all the time, if you ever got famous, we’d have to buy a motor home and follow you all over the country.

Tori laughed. That sounds super stalkerish, Sarah. Don’t tell him that.

I grinned. It’s okay. I know you guys aren’t stalkers. Yet.

They laughed.

Lisa stared past my shoulder with a funny expression, and the hairs on the nape of my neck stiffened. I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I was positive the alpha was approaching. Don’t look now, but that snooty alpha is walking toward us, whispered Lisa, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger.

My stomach somersaulted, and I swallowed roughly. Really? I quirked one brow.

Yep, hissed Sarah. He’s cute, but he looks kind of mean.

Do you know him, Mason? Tori asked under her breath.

No. Or… I don’t think so. It would be a little difficult to forget that I knew a famous music producer; if this guy was indeed Bain Harris.

Excuse me, A deep, male voice said from behind me. Could I have a word?

I straightened my spine, and sucked in a fortifying breath. Turning, I plastered on a fake smile. Me? I asked, playing coy. I met his mossy green eyes, and my pulse spiked.

His mouth quirked. Yes, you.

Up close, I was certain it was Bain Harris visiting our little town. I’d stared at enough magazine covers over the years to memorize his handsome face. He smelled good, his spicy cologne obviously expensive, with hints of lemongrass and bergamot. His clothes looked even more pricey close up, and at this distance, his eyes were startlingly green.

He held out his hand. I’m Bain Harris.

I thought so, but I wasn’t sure. I took the offered hand, feeling like I was dreaming. His hand was firm and dry against my sweaty one. Mason Stone.

His expression brightened. Ahhh, now I get it; The Stoners. That threw me for a minute.

I grimaced. It’s kind of an inside joke.

Lisa snickered. Yeah.

Thanks for coming to the show, I said automatically. I was sure he’d stumbled in accidentally. I didn’t kid myself he’d come to see me on purpose. Guys like Bain Harris didn’t scout for talent in places like Poppy Field.

It was… enjoyable. His pause made my heart sink. He glanced around at the employees stacking chairs and clearing tables. Looks like closing time. He twisted his lips. Is there somewhere else in town that stays open past eleven?

I wasn’t sure why he asked. Maybe he needed a good stiff drink after sitting through my ‘enjoyable’ AKA sucky set. Um…

Lisa piped up, The Yellow Tail stays open till four.

That place? Sarah wrinkled her nose. That’s such a dump.

Attempting to overcome how intimidated I was, I met Bain’s gaze and forced myself to speak. That’s probably the only place that won’t be closed by now. Sorry, this town rolls up early.

He nodded, studying me with that same intense gaze. Is The Yellow Tail far from here?

Walking distance, just a few shops over, Sarah said. But I hope you have mace.

Tori elbowed her friend. It’s not that bad. Just keep your eyes open and you’ll be fine.

His gaze had never left me, even though I wasn’t the one speaking. Can I buy you a drink?

My heart jolted alarmingly. Me?

His lip twitched. Yes.

I was so surprised my mouth moved soundlessly. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to have a drink with him. It was more that I couldn’t believe he was actually talking to me at all, let alone inviting me to join him for a cocktail. You want to have a drink with me? My voice squeaked slightly, and I winced inwardly.

Sure. I’d like to discuss your music.

My music? Why was I repeating almost everything he said? He was probably regretting even suggesting having a drink with me now.

Why not? I think you have… raw talent.

Raw talent. Was that different from actual talent?

Oh, he does. He’s amazing. Lisa nodded enthusiastically.

What do you say? He glanced at his watch.

Of course. I swallowed hard, still trying to figure out if this was just a really cool dream. Now?

He narrowed his eyes. Yes. Is that a problem?

Well, I have so many big shot producers lining up to court me. Scheduling is a problem.

Obviously, I didn’t say that out loud. No. Not at all.

He moved to the door, glancing back at me. Shall we walk?

I followed him outside, eyeing my truck that had the sound equipment in the back. I’m a little uneasy leaving all of this stuff in the open. I squinted down the sidewalk at the flashing neon sign of The Yellow Tail. I’m going to move the equipment into the cab. I’ll meet you there in about five minutes?

He shrugged. Sure. Without another word, he strode off down the sidewalk, looking distinctly out of place in his silk suit.

I unlocked the truck and started moving the equipment into the front of the truck. Lisa, Tori and Sarah hovered, whispering to each other. Once I had all the stuff moved, I brushed my hands on my jeans and looked at the girls. I can’t believe this is happening. I sounded breathless.

Oh, wow, Mason. Maybe this is your big break. Lisa beamed, gripping my arm.

Sarah moved closer. Now, don’t let him push you around. Remember, you’re a super talented singer songwriter. He’s lucky you’re giving him the time of day.

It took all my self-control not to laugh. I doubt he’s thinking that.

You’re amazing. Brilliant. Tori smiled encouragingly. Own it.

I’ll try. Raking a shaky hand through my hair, I shut the door of my truck and locked it. I really, really hoped no one bothered my gear while I was gone. It had taken me a year to save up the dough to buy all of this high end equipment.

I blew out a shaky breath. Well… wish me luck.

They all three did just that, and I trotted down the sidewalk, hoping I hadn’t kept Bain waiting too long. When I entered the bar, it took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. It was hazy inside, and I caught a whiff of cigarette smoke. Even though it wasn’t legal to smoke inside restaurants these days, The Yellow Tail wasn’t the kind of place that cared about enforcing that rule. Finally, I saw Bain sitting in a booth along the wall. There was an omega sitting in the booth with him, and as I approached, the guy looked annoyed.

Bain gave me a blank stare as I reached the booth. You made it, he said.

Yep. I gave the omega a curious glance.

Clearing his throat, Bain said to the omega, It was great meeting you, Paul. Give me your number and we can… get together while I’m in town.

Paul brightened. I’d love that. He scribbled his number on a cocktail napkin, pushed it across the table, and then slid out of the booth. Giving me a surly look, he wandered away.

I hesitated, feeling a little uncertain if Bain was still interested in talking to me. Maybe I’d kept him waiting too long, and now he just wanted to pick someone up, and call it a night.

He waved to the seat across from him. Sit.

I obeyed, bumping the table and causing his beer to slosh dangerously. Sorry.

It’s fine. He signaled to the waitress and she hurried over. He lifted one light brow as he met my gaze. What will you have?

Oh, that’s okay. You don’t have to buy me a drink.

What will you have, Mason? His voice was deep and firm.

Glancing at his beer, I said, Whatever you’re having.

We’ll have another Harp. He gave her a charming smile. Thanks, Teresa.

She blushed and gave a tiny laugh. My pleasure. She went off to get my drink with a swoosh of her hips.

And awkward silence fell once she’d left. He had a gaze that seemed to cut right through me, and I found it difficult to hold.

How long have you been performing live? he asked.

About four years. The last two I’ve been more serious about my music.

Meaning what? He arched his brow. He seemed to do that a lot when I spoke. Maybe I confused him.

Just that I started writing songs, and I bought my own sound system, so I didn’t have to rely on the venues crappy equipment. The better I sound, the more gigs I get.

A gleam entered his eye. Good call.

Thanks. I shifted uneasily in my seat. I won’t lie, I was shocked to see you tonight. Never in a million years would I have expected someone of your… caliber… to be in Poppy Field.

He grimaced, his expression wary. "I needed a

Reviews for Omega's Song

[L'eau · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I enjoyed it as much as the previous ones. It's a bit better than the others, but another edit wouldn't hurt.