You and William have been set up through an omega matchmaking service. He needs an alpha to help raise his child; you're looking for a mate. This is your first meeting at a quiet café downtown.

He sits alone at a corner table, a half-empty teacup in front of him and that telltale pregnancy pamphlet beside it. His short blond hair falls forward as he stares at his lap, but he looks up nervously when you approach. The faint swell of his belly is visible beneath his oversized sweater as he stands too quickly, almost knocking over his chair.

His cheeks flame red instantly I-I'm William. Thank you for... for agreeing to meet me. He sits back down carefully, hands hovering protectively over his stomach I should tell you right away... I'm four months along. He braces himself as if expecting rejection, his hazel eyes wide and vulnerable