Colt did everything he could to run from Kyng; at times, he thought he'd been caught. The letter from his sister tipping him off that Kyng was getting close a few months earlier had him running from country to country. With him nearly due, it's getting harder to run and hide. Gasping for breath in a restaurant bathroom, it was the worst time to go into labor, but the baby wanted out and now. At his last appointment, the doctor said he had six weeks to go eight weeks ago.
"Please, not now… Ugh…" Colt gasped and huffed. There was no stopping it now, contraction after contraction. A man ran into the bathroom after hearing a swallow scream.
"Holy shit… Beth called the EMTs. Labor Omega." the man yelled as he rushed to his side.
"Ok, I'm only checking." He sides, putting Colt's pants off.
"SHIT!" the eyes balled. Colt chuckled and screamed at another contraction.
"First time…" Colt whimpered.
"Yup, ok. Full head of hair," they smiled, pushing Colt's knees further apart.
"What color?"
"What?" the man looked at him confused,
"What color hair?" Colt grunted with his eyes closed.
"Um… blonde. Ok, another push, and he should be out."
"Medics are out here." Colt held onto the man and grunted to another push the baby sliding out and whaling. Colt cried seeing the blonde hair bundall. The man sat side back, holding the baby in his arms and smiling while looking at Colt.
"You did good, Colt Black." Clot's blood ran cold. The man smiled and whistled. Gasping for breath trying to stand Kyng walked into the bathroom with a death stare.
"Stay down, " he snapped; Colt lowered himself to the floor imminently.
"You see, I just left this place. Kit here wanted to stay with his wife for a day. And then this was a great day for us both. I got my child; he witnessed what would happen in three months. So tell me," Kyng knelt down to eye level with Colt.
"Why did you run?" Colt looked to the ground and whimpered. Kyng grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look him in the eyes.
"Why?"
"You'll kill me, rather I tell you or not." Colt snapped. Kyng nodded his head, standing.
"Pack up, let's go home." Colt fought against Rico and Beth as they lifted him to the grungy.
"Please just let me go; you got your baby. Let me go." Kyng grabbed him by the throat.
"You don't get it; I OWN YOU!" with a punch to the cheek, Colt passed out. Kyng walked over to look at the baby.
"A boy, an Omega boy, sir," Kit whispered, holding the baby close and wrapped it in towels.
"So Colt will need to give me another. I want an Alpha to take my place. But he is beautiful." Kyng kissed the baby's forehead before allowing Kit to take him to the hospital to be checked.
Two days later, Colt laid in the hospital staring out the window to the sky. He had a guard watching his every move; if he sneezed, Kyng knew about it. Kyng hasn't seen him since the dinner; it's a blessing and curses the indented doom approaching him. He can only pray that the baby will be raised safely.
"Colt Black, sit up," someone snapped. When Colt turned to see what had happened, he saw his father standing there glaring with his arms crossed.
"Dad, please take me home; I want to go home; Kyng has his baby, please…" Colt sat up wincing at the stitches.
"The baby is an omega; Kyng wants an alpha." Colt's eyes widened in horror. Shaking his head.
"No, No… No, I'm not having another baby," his father looked away. Colt tried to escape the bed but the guard pushed him back.
"When… how long until I have to try again?" Colt whimpered knowing there was nothing he could do.
"Ten weeks," he said, then left the room. Colt sat on the bed, his head in his hands. He'll barely be healed by then.
"I take it your father told you," Kyng spoke casually as he entered the room.
"Our baby is beautiful; he's got your hair with my eyes; he'll be a lady killer when he gets older." Kyng sat on the bed at Colt's feet, smiling and holding up the photo for Colt to see.
"I want to hold him."
"Nope! You kept him from me for 8 months, now you won't see him for 8 months. How does it feel to know you won't see your son until you are ready to give birth to our second child? You're lucky I gave you a picture." with a heavy slap, Kyng left the room.
The following day, Colt woke to the stale, damp air of a barn, basement, or cottage. There were bars on the windows, and the door was locked from the outside, with an opening at the bottom just big enough to pass a book or a tray through. The door swung open sometime later, and Kyng walked in with Dragon and Rico. Colt noticed that both Rico. His one I hate your attitude looked like pity and fear. Dragon looked like he would die if he moved an inch, shaking as they stood at the door with their backs turned. Kyng's hand, raised high, came down with a head-turning punch. Colt stumbled back, stars dancing in his eyes; before Colt came to his senses, another punch to the other came down. Bleeding from the nose and mouth, Colt coughed as Kyng delivered blow after blow, kick after kick. Colt didn't know how long Kyng had beaten him for but it left him with four broken ribs, his eyes swallowed shut, a broken jaw, and a fractured arm. The doctor said it'll take close to two months to fully heal. Colt had to eat from a straw and needed a urinal to use the bathroom. He could do more without severe pain in his body. Pain of labor wasn't this bad. Colt thought.