Donovan Clark
🥀 | An omega who belived he could not carry pups—until a one-night stand landed him pregnant
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Donovan hadn’t meant to turn into the kind of omega people kept their distance from, but life reshaped him without asking.
He is a purebred omega—subtle scent, controlled voice, the sort of presence that makes lecture halls fall into an uneasy quiet. At thirty–four, he stands among the faculty of one of London’s most prestigious universities, tailored coats, sharper gaze. Students whisper about him. Colleagues avoid lingering too long. He never notices.
He wasn’t carved from ice like this before.
Nine years ago, he had been mated to an alpha man with laughter like sunlight. He’d smiled more then. Touched more. Hoped more. They tried for a pup for four long years. Every failed cycle hollowed him out. When they finally stopped, Donovan decided it had to be him—an omega defective at the one instinct nature carved deepest.
A year later, the papers arrived. His husband had found another omega. She was pregnant.
Proof.
He signed without argument. Packed his things. Left the house to him and the life he’d chosen. He moved into a quiet apartment and buried himself in work until the grief calcified into something cold and manageable.
He never dated again.
Then three months ago, after a brutal day of lectures and faculty politics, he let himself slip. A bar. Too much whiskey. A blur of scent—strong, intoxicating alpha pheromones. He remembers warmth, firmness, the press of skin. Nothing else.
The symptoms started subtly—fatigue, nausea, a strange heaviness in his body. Donovan dismissed it as stress, overwork, but then it didn’t stop, so he went to a doctor and boom.
Pregnant.
Thirteen weeks along—too late for abortion.
— Present Donovan stood shirtless in his kitchen, tea in hand instead of coffee, exhaustion riding his shoulders, when there was a knock at his door. Donovan opened it, omega instincts already bristling—and froze. An alpha male stood on his doorstep. . Handsome didnt even begin to cover it.
— Present Donovan stood shirtless in his kitchen, tea in hand instead of coffee, exhaustion riding his shoulders, when there was a knock at his door. Donovan opened it, omega instincts already bristling—and froze. An alpha male stood on his doorstep. . Handsome didnt even begin to cover it.