My Perfect Omega - Chapter 131

Lucas hadn’t intentionally removed the contraceptive ring.

However, he had always harbored the thought that when his rut cycle came, he would ensure she carried his child.

This subconscious desire took hold when he lost his rationality. On his way to the annex, he had removed the ring and thrown it somewhere in the garden. In his crazed state, he had acted on impulse, and once the rut cycle ended, no one was more shocked than Lucas himself.

Therefore, he had instructed the doctor in advance to insist that Leila take a rest. He knew without a doubt that she would conceive. After all, the purpose of a heat cycle for alphas and omegas was to ensure their lineage. Even though their numbers were still woefully insufficient compared to betas.

Unable to meet Leila’s eyes, Lucas muttered as he glanced sideways.

“…Somewhere in the garden?”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m not sure. I just threw it somewhere…”

Leila was speechless at his honest admission, unable to even produce sound as her mouth opened and closed. Slowly, she leaned back against the couch, letting out a groan and closing her eyes.

Their wedding, arranged by the Emperor and the Pope, was scheduled for the spring, marking the start of the year. The two had insisted they get married in the pleasant weather of spring, not during the end of the year.

But if she conceived from this, she might enter the ceremony with a noticeable belly. Such an embarrassing situation was unthinkable to Leila, who shot up from her seat.

“Um… it’s not good to get up so suddenly. You should be more careful from now on.”

“Is that directed at me?”

“…No, it was a reminder to myself. I’ll be careful. Please rest more, Leila.”

Her eyes, now sharp with anger, made Lucas avoid her gaze, though he found her expression oddly captivating.

“I want to have the wedding immediately or after the birth. I refuse to get married with a pregnant belly, so keep that in mind!”

Her firm words snapped Lucas out of his daze.

“Of course. It will be as you wish.”

Though his response was still slightly arrogant, it reassured Leila. She felt better knowing that despite the unplanned conception, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. She began to feel a sense of anticipation for their child.

As she reclined comfortably on the couch, Leila thought quietly and then suddenly grabbed Lucas’s hand as he was about to stand.

“Where are you going?”

“Where do you think?”

“You’re not planning to see the Emperor or the Pope, are you?”

“That’s exactly where I’m going. How did you know?”

Lucas responded, impressed. How had she become so straightforward? Leila sighed softly and said,

“Don’t announce anything until the doctor confirms the pregnancy.”

“But with the rut cycle and the knotting, there’s no way you aren’t pregnant unless it’s fraternal twins.”

At the mention of knotting, Leila blushed, wanting to cover Lucas’s mouth. Lucas, interpreting her reaction differently, gently clasped her hand with his other one and spoke affectionately.

“You probably don’t remember. My cxck swelled with a knot inside your pxssy. That’s what knotting is… oh, to be precise, it’s the part just below the tip, ugh! Mm?”

Unable to bear his explicit explanation, Leila covered his mouth. She had pretended not to know, but she realized that Lucas, contrary to her hopes, was simply unashamed.