Page 47 of The Coyote's Veterinarian Omega

“You’re the one who thought he was in heat,” Cal muttered, and a chill went through my body.

I had thought that. And then we’d fucked, and it had stopped. Wyatt’s “heat” had only been a day or so long.

I’d chalked that up to him being human, maybe not an omega at all, or my mind playing tricks on me.

Wyatt shook his head. “I’m not—that’s not … possible.” He looked at the tabletop, his brows tenting. “I’m a guy. Male—what … whatever. I can’t … I don’t …”

“Honey,” Caroline said as she approached the table, “you’re an omega, and you’re Cam’s fated mate. Of course it’s possible.”

Wyatt screwed his eyes shut and shook his head furiously. “That’s insane,” he protested.

“It’s the truth,” Caroline said, and for once, there was something angry in her voice.

Wyatt looked desperately at me and Cal, like he wanted us to jump to his rescue or something. I just stared at him; there was nothing in my brain I could summon to argue with my aunt. She was telling the truth; I knew it in my bones—nothing was impossible because Wyatt was an omega.Myomega.

Cal shifted uncomfortably and said, hesitantly, “I was thinking it might be the bond? It isn’t sealed right, so maybe ...”

Relief flooded Wyatt’s face.

“Of course,” Karla said. “That makes sense.”

Wyatt nodded furiously. “That’s got to be it.”

Caroline opened her mouth to argue, but Karla put a hand on her shoulder. “We need to go pack,” the burly woman told her gently.

Caroline glanced up at her mate, her mouth a thin line. Ultimately, she said nothing though. Instead, she sat down and picked up her own mug of coffee. “Let’s eat,” she said.

She lifted her gaze and pierced me with it. “And after breakfast, you’re fixing that bond.”

I swallowed nervously. “Yes, ma’am.”

Wyatt

My stomach was tying itself in sick knots, and i felt like my throat had closed up. i could barely choke down water, even as the coyote pack around me sat through breakfast, cutting up sausages and fried eggs, murmuring to each other politely about passing the butter or the salt.

Part of me was glad I’d eaten before I left Vern’s. Another part of me longed to be sick, because everything was upside down and backwards.

Caroline and Karla thought I could get pregnant. Cal said I smelled funny, and they all thought that could be one of the reasons. The very notion was making my head spin more than the idea that there were people who could shapeshift, at will, between animal and humanoid forms.

It’s impossible, I told myself firmly, inhaling deeply as someone passed a plate of bacon right under my nose.

Just like people shape-shifting into coyotes is supposed to be impossible, some more sarcastic part of my personality bit back.

My stomach lurched again.

What if …

No. All this talk about fated mates and omegas and whatever—that was … that was fine. Humans believed in soulmates, even though we didn’t know ifsoulsactually existed or not. So fated mates—it was probably just the same thing. Shifter culture’s idea of love at first sight or a couple that just was somehow meant to be. There wasn’t actually a scientific basis for it.

A guy like me getting pregnant … that was physically, biologically impossible. There was no way …

Cam set down his silverware with a clink and took a decisive sip of his coffee. “All right,” he said, “let’s go get this bond fixed.”

“Y-yeah,” I agreed, offering a shaky smile to the rest of his family. The twins were looking at me with curious eyes. Caroline was still scowling, and Cal wouldn’t meet my gaze.

Karla smiled. “Good luck,” she said, and I felt my shoulders relax despite myself.

Nobody here thought what we were doing was weird or wrong. All of them—even Caroline and Cal—supported us.