Under Siege
A Contemporary Mpreg Romance Bundle
Aiden Bates
Under Siege
A Contemporary Mpreg Romance Bundle
Aiden Bates
© 2020
Disclaimer
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are all fictitious for the reader’s pleasure. Any similarities to real people, places, events, living or dead are all coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for ADULTS ONLY (+18).
Contents
Book 1
Omega’s Secret Crush
1. Roman
2. Teddy
3. Roman
4. Teddy
5. Roman
6. Teddy
7. Roman
8. Teddy
9. Roman
10. Teddy
11. Roman
12. Teddy
13. Roman
14. Teddy
15. Roman
16. Teddy
17. Roman
18. Teddy
19. Roman
20. Teddy
21. Roman
22. Teddy
23. Roman
24. Teddy
25. Roman
26. Teddy
27. Roman
28. Teddy
Epilogue
Book 2
Omega’s Secret Alpha
1. Logan
2. Bennet
3. Logan
4. Bennet
5. Logan
6. Bennet
7. Logan
8. Bennet
9. Logan
10. Bennet
11. Logan
12. Bennet
13. Logan
14. Bennet
15. Logan
16. Bennet
17. Logan
18. Bennet
19. Logan
20. Bennet
21. Logan
22. Bennet
23. Logan
24. Bennet
25. Logan
26. Bennet
27. Logan
28. Bennet
Epilogue
Book 3
Omega’s Secret Lovers
1. Marcos
2. Mitch
3. Oliver
4. Marcos
5. Mitch
6. Oliver
7. Marcos
8. Mitch
9. Oliver
10. Marcos
11. Mitch
12. Oliver
13. Marcos
14. Mitch
15. Oliver
16. Marcos
17. Mitch
18. Oliver
19. Marcos
20. Mitch
21. Oliver
22. Marcos
23. Mitch
24. Oliver
25. Marcos
26. Mitch
27. Oliver
28. Marcos
29. Mitch
30. Marcos
31. Oliver
Book 4
Omega’s Secret Heartache
1. Charlie
2. Pedro
3. Charlie
4. Pedro
5. Charlie
6. Pedro
7. Charlie
8. Pedro
9. Charlie
10. Pedro
11. Charlie
12. Pedro
13. Charlie
14. Pedro
15. Charlie
16. Pedro
17. Charlie
18. Pedro
19. Charlie
20. Pedro
21. Charlie
22. Pedro
23. Charlie
24. Pedro
25. Charlie
26. Pedro
27. Charlie
28. Pedro
29. Charlie
30. Pedro
31. Charlie
Book 1
Heated Manipulations
1. Harper
2. Nick
3. Harper
4. Nick
5. Harper
6. Nick
7. Harper
8. Nick
9. Harper
10. Nick
11. Harper
12. Nick
13. Harper
14. Nick
15. Harper
16. Nick
17. Harper
18. Nick
19. Harper
20. Nick
21. Harper
22. Nick
23. Harper
24. Nick
25. Harper
26. Harper
27. Nick
28. Harper
29. Nick
30. Harper
31. Nick
Book 2
Heated Conspiracies
1. Derek
2. Kaleb
3. Derek
4. Kaleb
5. Derek
6. Kaleb
7. Derek
8. Kaleb
9. Derek
10. Kaleb
11. Derek
12. Kaleb
13. Derek
14. Kaleb
15. Kaleb
16. Derek
17. Derek
18. Kaleb
19. Derek
20. Kaleb
21. Derek
22. Kaleb
23. Derek
24. Kaleb
25. Derek
26. Kaleb
27. Derek
28. Kaleb
29. Derek
30. Kaleb
31. Derek
Book 3
Heated Passion
1. Rusty
2. Daniel
3. Rusty
4. Daniel
5. Rusty
6. Daniel
7. Rusty
8. Daniel
9. Rusty
10. Daniel
11. Rusty
12. Daniel
13. Rusty
14. Daniel
15. Rusty
16. Daniel
17. Rusty
18. Daniel
19. Rusty
20. Daniel
21. Rusty
22. Daniel
23. Rusty
24. Daniel
25. Rusty
26. Daniel
27. Rusty
28. Daniel
29. Rusty
30. Daniel
Book 1
Omega’s Secret Crush
Omega’s Under Siege: Book 1
Aiden Bates
© 2019
Disclaimer
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are all fictitious for the reader’s pleasure. Any similarities to real people, places, events, living or dead are all coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit content that is intended for ADULTS ONLY (+18).
1
Roman
Four minutes past six. Dr. Smith was late.
I sat in a chair in the waiting room. The hard plastic dug uncomfortably into my back, and I only just reminded myself not to start fidgeting. I’d always hated doctor visits, and, god, in the last year I’d had more than my fair share.
I looked around the VA waiting room and suppressed a sigh. The Army ran on time. The Veterans Administration? Not so much. It didn’t help me to dwell on it, and besides, I was very much aware of how lucky I was to be here to grumble about a doctor’s visit in the first place.
“Mr. Carpenter?” the perky receptionist asked sweetly. She gave me a honeyed smile when I looked up. “Dr. Smith will see you now.”
“Thank you,” I said, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice. This wasn’t any regular check up with Dr. Smith.
“Oh, it’s my pleasure.” I could tell from the way she flipped her long, cornsilk colored ponytail that she was interested. It had always been that way for me, and I can’t really say I’d ever minded. Well, before, anyway.
She led me from the waiting room, past most of the examination rooms, and into the one at the farthest corner of the hall. Dr. Smith was not yet in the room.
“He’s just wrapping up. Can I get you anything while you wait?” she asked as she handed me the gown I needed to change into, her mouth still caught in a half-smile. She was pretty enough, young, available. For a second, I tried to imagine pulling out my old charm and getting my way, but couldn’t. Instead, all I could think about was how she would react if she saw what Dr. Smith saw, what the surgeons and therapists and nurses had all seen since my injury. I doubted she’d have been as enthusiastic then.
“Thank you, ma’am. I appreciate it, but I’m alright here.” I hoped she wouldn’t push it any further, and I guess she finally understood. Her face slipped back into its semi-detached, customer service position.
“Of course. I’ll let Dr. Smith know you’re ready for him in a few minutes. Let you get changed and all.”
The gowns were scratchy, and I honestly thought they were made to make people feel uncomfortable and exposed, which I did while I waited with my feet dangling over the end of the examination table.
A few minutes later, Dr. Smith arrived.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Roman. You wouldn’t believe the paperwork I have to fill out after every appointment,” he said by way of apology.
“No, it’s alright, Doc. Just happy you could fit me in as soon as you did,” I said, reaching to shake hands with the man. He’d called last week after my surgeons and physical therapists had sent him my full report and history on my injuries. I stared at the thick file in front of him, the physical symbol of all that pain, hard work, and frustration. From waking up in a field hospital in Malmur and feeling like my skin had been ripped off my bones, to months of my physical therapist, Damien, pushing and pulling and stretching the shiny, scarred skin as it healed—which sometimes made me feel as though the red seams of new flesh would rip open completely.
“Let me give you a once-over and we’ll talk about everything.”
The next fifteen minutes were him inspecting the large, continuous swath of skin that ran from the back of my left heel and wrapped and followed all the way up my leg and torso like some sort of slithering mass—a deep, pitted, scarred snake running all the way up my body and leading into my left armpit.
“The cream seems to be helping with the flexibility of the scar tissue. How has physio been going?”
“Good. Well…better than before.”
Dr. Smith nodded as he allowed me to sit back up. “It’s always a process. Don’t beat yourself up that it’s taking some time. It’s—”
“Gradual. Yeah, that’s what Damien says, too.”
Dr. Smith chuckled. “Exactly.”
He took a seat at the small stool and grabbed my file. “I’m not gonna waste your time, Roman. You know the scarring is still pretty bad. It’s deeper than I’d like, but if you keep making these sorts of improvements, then, if you wanted to, you could potentially re-enlist based on what Damien is saying now.”
I felt a leap in my chest. This was the news I’d wanted to hear. It wasn’t completely positive, but it was certainly moving in that direction, and it seemed hopeful. Dr. Smith’s expression, however, didn’t seem to change from its neutral position. I’d seen enough doctors to know that meant there might be more.
“Is that… Is that all?”
Dr. Smith sighed. “No. There was one other thing.” He flipped to another part of my chart before continuing. “I spoke to Dr. Harrison and he also had some news to report.”
I could feel my nerves returning. Dr. Harrison was the urologist who Dr. Smith had sent me to. On top of the burns and scarring, one of my testicles had to be removed, too damaged to save. At first, I couldn’t really concentrate on what that meant. Everything else was still going on at the time, and I’d been actively trying not to die from the burns. Later, it had sunk in, and I’d felt the loss as something that made me less than whole, less than the alpha I’d been before.
“Oh?” Dr. Harrison hadn’t said anything in particular during the visit. Then again, inspecting another alpha’s junk wasn’t exactly time for small talk.
Dr. Smith nodded again. “Yes. Based on the test and scan results, it looks like your right testicle also experienced damage from your injuries.”
My blood ran cold. “Does that mean surgery?” No, please, not that.
Dr. Smith shook his head. “No! No. Nothing like that.”
I relaxed marginally. “Okay, so what does it mean?”
“It means that, well, and I’m sorry, Roman there’s no easy way to say this, it means your sperm count has been affected. Between that and the orchiectomy, the testicle removal, you may not be able to have children.”
There it was. Out there. Just like that. I’d gone into the military young, so certainly hadn’t expected to have any children before I’d enlisted, but I’d always anticipated, always hoped they would someday be a part of my future.
I was quiet, trying to absorb the information. “I know it’s a mixed bag of news, Roman, I do. But I hope at least now you can start taking some real steps forward to getting back to something that will feel more normal for you.”
I don’t know what I said after that moment, and the rest of the appointment passed in a fog. Before long, I was back outside the hospital again in the weak, spring sunshine.
I started to make my way back toward my apartment in King’s Place, but instead found my feet taking me in the direction of my brother Silas’s house. Silas and I had always been there for each other. When Dad died, it had become a necessity. I was protective of him. He was my little brother, and an omega to boot. He’d married one of the guys in my unit, Garret, a few months ago, and he and Garret had settled in a cute little house on the edge of town.