Scandalous Omega: M/M Omega Mpreg Romance

By Max Rose

They tell me I'm a scandal waiting to happen.

 

My name is Blake Merritt. The only thing special about me is that I'm what they call an "omega male." A guy with complicated equipment, male on the outside, womb on the inside, south of my broken heart.

 

The man I loved, Dylan Conrad, left me almost eight months ago. Too bad I see him on the news nearly every time I turn on the television. He's handsome, wealthy, charismatic, and running for political office—and the reason he ended things between us left me devastated. He wanted to protect me from the ugliness of an election circus. He said he loved me. Then he left me.

 

He doesn't know that I'm pregnant with his child.

 

When Dylan shows up on my doorstep after all this time, he's shocked to learn I'm in the final weeks of my pregnancy. Dylan is as stunned to know he will soon be a father as I am to hear him say that leaving me was his biggest mistake.

 

That he has never stopped loving me.

 

But that doesn't mean I'm ready to fall back into his arms. There are scars on my heart now, and everything has changed.

Dylan is a man who thrives on challenges, but things may have gone too far. Has he forgiven me for never telling him that I was pregnant? Can I forgive him for shattering my heart, even if it was to protect me?

 

Because the world he plays in is merciless and full of dirty tricks, and my very existence is a scandal that can cost Dylan everything. I don't want to be hurt again, but I have plenty of my own secrets. Not just his daughter in my womb, but that I never stopped loving him...

 

Reader note: contains mpreg and m/m romance, a second-chance romance, plenty of hero grovel, not-so-secret babies, and pregnant omegas. It is a complete story with a happily ever after.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wolf Hill Publishing
• Release date: Jan 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215808788

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Title Page

Copyright Warning

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Epilogue

About the Author

Coming Soon

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SCANDALOUS OMEGA

M/M OMEGA MPREG ROMANCE

MAX ROSE

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Scandalous Omega

Copyright © 2023 by Max Rose

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DEDICATION

With love and friendship to Tim L. and Mary W. Good friends, good food, good times. What could be better?

CHAPTER ONE

DYLAN

I hated to admit to making a mistake.

Ending my relationship with Blake Merritt had been a mistake. The worst one I’d ever made.

Now I finally had the chance to own up to it. To change things. To make them right again.

I was on my way to see the man I’d loved and lost. Hope warred with anxiety inside me, and I had never been a man given to fear. But I knew I had only one chance at this, and I had no idea how Blake would react.

I hadn’t seen him in…what? Eight months? Nine? I wasn’t sure. These days, time was fuzzy and distorted in my head. My life had been consumed by one thing and one thing only: the upcoming election for governor of Virginia. My campaign—Dylan Conrad for Governor, "Bringing Integrity Back to Government"—was in full swing. Ever since announcing my candidacy, my days had become a haze of travel and rallies, filled with meetings, photo shoots, events, and thousands of faces.

But I’d never stopped loving Blake. My time with him was etched into my memory, engraved there as if in stone. The last half dozen or so months might only be a blur of smiles, hot lights, makeup, and handshakes with potential donors, but my memories of Blake were as vivid as if they’d happened an hour ago.

For the record, this is a mistake, Freddy Kline, my campaign manager, insisted for the third time since our opposition research team broke the news that Blake Merritt was still living in Virginia. Blake was still in Richmond, in fact, even though he’d vanished from my radar after our relationship ended.

No, after I ended our relationship.

The news about Blake had thrown me for a loop, ripped open a dozen self-inflicted wounds, a Pandora’s Box of memories and emotions, and left me thinking of nothing but seeing him again. Of bringing him back into my life and earning a second chance I didn’t deserve.

It’s not a mistake, I replied to Freddy. I stared through the SUV’s tinted glass at the streets of Richmond and the ugly rush-hour traffic. This has to be done.

The steel in my tone brooked no argument. Freddy sat in the rear seats with me, practically vibrating with the need to dissuade me from this. His brow knitted in his perpetual look of worry. Freddy had the look of an accountant but the political instincts of a hardened veteran of several brutal election cycles. He was intelligent, loyal, and had all the mercy of a shark mixed with the tenacity of a bulldog.

At least put this off until after November, he pressed. With the election behind us, the media moves on from their horse race reporting to new tragedies and bigger scandals.

I’m not waiting. It had been far too long already. I missed Blake. Until now, I believed I’d lost him. Now nothing would stop me from seizing the chance to make things right between us. Not even a multi-million dollar run for state governor.

"Meeting this ex-boyfriend or past lover or whatever he was just happens to be a perfect example of risk-taking behavior, Dylan. And risk-taking behavior sinks political campaigns nine times out of ten."

I made a noise that might have sounded interested. My campaign manager had my permission to call me by my first name because, hell, we spent enough time together to practically qualify as married. I liked him. I respected him. But right now, he was getting on my already frayed nerves. Freddy had a degree from Yale, a track record of playing a big role in several successful political campaigns, and was barely thirty. Most of the demographics of my staff trended younger. Hell, I was on track to be one of the youngest governors in U.S. history at thirty-two. You had to be thirty years old to run in Virginia, and my opponent was in his fifties. We were running on a platform of integrity and new blood, new ideas, and taking new chances.

All of that had meant far more to me up until four days ago when Cindy from my opposition research team had a hit on Blake Merritt’s whereabouts. The opposition research team not only collected information on Gary Hudson, my adversary in the race for governor, but they also protected my candidacy. They took preventative measures to dismiss, downplay, or neutralize anything in my past or in my campaign that could hurt us. Unlike my opponent, I tried to keep things clean and true, with as little disinformation as possible.

My opponent didn’t have the same standards. That’s why Freddy and the rest of my advisors were in a panic that the existence of Blake Merritt and our past romantic entanglement would come back to haunt the campaign at the worst possible time.

Leaving a man who loved me with all his heart had been a mistake. It wasn’t only Freddy, but all my advisors believed I was making another mistake of the self-inflicted wound variety.

They were wrong. Freddy’s warnings wouldn’t stop me. The raw bundle of nerves in my stomach wouldn’t stop me, or how my body seemed to flash from hot to cold, or how my heart only seemed capable of beating a slow death march. This was something I had to do, and no one understood that except me.

Freddy and I were riding in the back of the Cadillac Escalade that chauffeured me to political events in this part of the state. It was only us and our driver, Jason Russo, who also worked for my political campaign, doing all kinds of odd jobs, lending a hand where needed, and acting as my driver whenever necessary.

Freddy had his omnipresent smartphone out and was scrolling rapidly. We should be pressing our recent advantage in the polls. You should be riding high on those results. You earned it.

"We earned it. The entire team."

In the last major poll for governor, I’d been three points ahead, outperforming what the pundits had predicted—which was me getting crushed. The news energized my campaign staff and the wonderful volunteers helping us. But it hadn’t even moved the needle with me. I’d been going through the motions perfectly for months, full of passion and energy, and this was the first time I’d earned a victory and felt nothing.

Instead, I felt empty, as if the victory was hollow and pointless. Or as if it had happened to some other Dylan Conrad, philanthropist, entrepreneur, and local business leader turned politician, and that guy deserved all the credit.

The media claimed I was a candidate to watch, an up-and-coming political figure that could rise high. Freddy told me that I had it all. A brilliant smile. Quick wits behind a microphone. A face for television. A platform to make my home state even better. A business history full of success and wealth, and everyone loved a winner.

But I didn’t have Blake.

Freddy squirmed in his seat, fidgeting like a small child. It was annoying enough to be amusing. He glanced at me again and adjusted his glasses on his aquiline nose.

I knew what he was going to say. I didn’t want to hear it, but giving a voice to my people was important to me.

I smiled encouragingly. Go ahead. Say what you’re dying to say.

I don’t need to tell you this is a…delicate subject with voters in this state, Freddy told me anyway. "This might be a purple state, but polls indicate there isn’t widespread support for what people in the media are calling ‘omega men.’ Many voters embrace longstanding beliefs that the miracle of motherhood and all those rights and privileges belong only to women. And honestly, I can’t blame them. Men have dominated all aspects of society forever except for that one. So they feel threatened. And threatened voters will always vote for your opponent."

I know you’re worried, Freddy. But you knew what Blake was, and you knew about my relationship with him.

True, but I didn’t expect him to resurface, and I certainly didn’t believe I’d be driving with you to see him for some reason you still haven’t shared.

You’re in luck. I’ll be seeing him alone.

He started to protest. I only stared at him. He looked completely vexed. It wasn’t the first time. I respected him, but I was in charge. The buck stopped here. I’d always believed in that cliché.

What Freddy had pointed out was true. Blake was one of those omega men, a male able to birth a child. It was true that a significant number of people didn’t like that for any number of reasons. The same way some of them would never accept me as a gay man and would never vote for me.

Sometimes, you simply had to accept a truth and move on.

But to me, Blake had always been so much more than a category, a class, a type, or anyone who could be pigeonholed under some broad grouping as different.

I’d loved him once. Every part of him. And then I’d lost sight of what was important in life.

I’d made the biggest fucking mistake.

Traffic continued grinding onward. Freddy stabbed things on his phone screen with his finger, frowned, then tapped and swiped some more. Then he turned to me again, unable to let it rest.

At least promise me that you’ll talk to him about what will happen with the media if they ever get wind of him. He needs to understand what he’s in for.

I’m not making promises.

Don’t say that, Freddy groaned, massaging his temple. No politician should ever say that. Promises are your job! Keeping them is another story.

That actually made me smile, mostly because I felt bad for him. I wasn’t making his job easy. I knew he believed in what we were doing, and this had him on edge. Hell, it had me on edge.

I promise that I’ll make no promises, I said. Now leave it alone, Freddy. We’re just spinning tires at this point.

Freddy was a professional. He finally accepted that I wouldn’t be dissuaded; he simply nodded and lifted his smartphone. Do you mind if I make some calls? We have a busy week ahead, including that rally in Norfolk tomorrow night, and I might have a national TV spot lined up for you.

Go right ahead. My mind was definitely not invested in anything else.

His voice was white noise as he called one of the local turn out the vote coordinators, but I could still hear the tension in his tone. Freddy would remain certain right up until election night that my political opponent, good old Gary Hudson, would somehow exploit Blake against me. Not necessarily the fact that Blake and I were both gay. I was already out, and I’d already taken and survived the flak. It was the omega male thing that had Freddy breaking out in hives. He worried that Blake would turn against us, that he knew scandalous things about me that could cost us the election.

Blake wouldn’t do anything like that. None of them knew him, and none of them trusted that he was a good person. They were all steeped in politics, and politics was cynical.

Left to my own devices—a rare thing these days—I tried to imagine how this would go when I saw Blake again.

Part of me wanted to pull him into my arms and kiss him the instant he opened the door. Kiss him so soundly that it sealed shut any rift between us and proved how much I wanted him. How much I needed him.

How much I missed him.

But that would make a better scene in a movie than after the way I’d broken his heart. Pouncing on him was likely to get me arrested for assault. I wouldn’t blame him, no matter how badly I wanted to hold him again.

Finally, we pulled up to a four-story apartment complex. The building was made of chipped and cracked brick, and even the AC units hanging out of windows looked tired. The lawn was patchy. Bright bursts of dandelion flowers speckled the grass. A stereo was blasting, muffled by closed windows and walls, but the bass was powerful enough to be felt.

A flash of guilt ripped through me at the low-rent look of the place. Blake used to live in a nice condo by the James River. He’d been a department manager at an electronics manufacturing company in Richmond and making good money. Was he suddenly living in a place