His Mafia Prince
Chapter 125: A Necessary Evil

Chapter 125: A Necessary Evil

(MILES)

Different emotions flicker on Arlo’s face as he watches me. It is obvious that he is frustrated. Angry even. But he is scared too. I can now see that clearly. I might have mistaken it for arrogance earlier, but now I recognize that it is fear. Sometimes I forget that he is only twenty-four. It must be overwhelming just as much as it is frustrating for him.

"You will still have access to all your businesses, Arlo. You will have everything you want and need." I hesitate when I remember that I need to bring up the pregnancy issue. But I don’t want to set him off again. "You realize you might be pregnant?"

He snaps. "Great. Just what I need to hear now."

He must have known that having unprotected sex with me, especially after I gave him my bite would guarantee a pregnancy. So, I try to put a positive spin on it but he is already dejected. "See, if you are pregnant, you’ll have an heir. The Sovereign Ring syndicate will continue."

His face twitches. "What does it matter if the child takes your name after we are married? That’s what’s going to happen, right?"

"Yes, but the Sullivan bloodline lives on."

"For all the good it does." He lifts a brow. "I don’t suppose you will consider taking my name?"

"I need an heir too."

"We can hyphenate the child’s name." he squints at me. "Little Milo Sullivan-Caspar has a nice touch to it."

"No, I was thinking more along the lines of Rocco Caspar-Sullivan."

He frowns. "Rocco sounds like a thug. And why would your name come first?"

"Because that’s how it’s usually done." I shrug. "I’m the alpha."

He juts stubbornly. "We will negotiate on that later. For the kid to mean something to me, he has to bear my name too."

"Alright, we can probably work something out."

He scowls. "I’m still not sure whether I want a child with you. Even if I agreed to it, I don’t know that I want a child soon. I never planned on having a child this early."

"Well, if you are already claimed then there’s no need to wait." I shrug. "Omegas are meant to breed."

"That’s a typical alpha statement, don’t you think? Am I supposed to be flattered that in your eyes, I’m only good for breeding?"

"I’m not saying that’s your only use."

He shakes his head. "Gee, thanks."

"Mabel I should just shut up already because it sounds worse each time. What I’m trying to say is I don’t exactly have a womb, yeah? I can’t carry a child."

"Of course."

"You’re good at a lot of things, Arlo. I know that. I have seen you in action, remember?"

"Is having a child a necessity?"

I rub my stubble, not sure of the answer to give him. I don’t want to spook him. What I know is that I will eventually need an heir. "Yes, it is. But it doesn’t have to be right away."

He frowns. "For you alphas, bearing children is like a walk in the park. I’m the one who will be stuck with morning sickness and pushing the baby out of my body. Then I suppose I will get the pleasure of changing poopy diapers and feeding the little one while you’re off having the time of your life."

I listen to him keenly, noting that what he is saying is mostly truer. That is how most alphas approach fatherhood. They delegate the care of their babies mostly if not totally to their omegas. They don’t do much with the kids. "That won’t be fair on your side. You have a syndicate to run. We can hire a nanny to take care of the baby when we are both busy."

His eyes flicker with surprise. "Really?"

I shrug. "It only seems fair. Plus, I’d prefer to be hands-on with my children. Growing up, I didn’t have a good role model, but I’d want to be one for my children."

He looks at me with an expression that I can’t quite decipher. "Are you not scared to be a father?"

I wince then admit. "Of course, it scares me a bit. But I want to be a father someday. I want to be to my kids the father I could never have."

"Did your father really stick burning cigarettes at the back of your neck?"

My face warms. "He did."

"Such an asshole. Why would he do that?"

"Maybe I was just there. My mother died giving birth to me. I think he blamed me for her death." I sigh. "He was a bitter violent man who hated his guts. I bowed to never be like him in my life, or treat anyone like he did me." I try to reassure him. "If we decide to go ahead with this marriage, I will be a good alpha. To you and our kids. I don’t know a thing about fatherhood, but I will sure try my best."

"Why bother if this will just be a marriage of convenience?"

I scowl. "Just because we are not marrying for love doesn’t mean I will be an asshole alpha to you."

"Will we share a bed? Will we be expected to?"

"I hope so." I shrug. "I’m not the kind of alpha who cheats or goes around breaking omegas’ hearts. But I can’t be celibate. I will want to have sex."

He sighs. "It will be my duty. I suppose. A necessary evil, if you will."

I laugh. "So, you’re going to pretend you don’t like it when we fuck?" I inch closer, enjoying how he flushes when I do that. I like how his chest begins to heave and how his breathing speeds up. "You seemed pretty receptive today, back in the woods."

"I was just confused and tired. That’s all."

"Bullshit. You were literally begging me, Arlo. You wanted me to fuck you. Quit lying."

He turns his back to me. "Don’t get ahead of yourself, Miles. I don’t like you."

"Oh, but I think you do."

He shoots me a surly glance over his shoulder. "Whatever. Even if I enjoy the sex, I fucking hate whatever this thing is going on between us. I hate being driven by instincts. It’s annoying."

"I don’t like it either, but it is what it is. And it is happening." I move closer again and notice how gooseflesh grows on his skin. I can sense how his pulse is picking up and I can smell his arousal. His attraction to me is like mine to him. I don’t want it, but I can’t escape it.

"I have no choice but to marry you, don’t I?" he asks, his voice thick with frustration.

"It’ll be alright. We’ll be okay."

"I doubt it."

"Nobody will hurt you once you’re mine."

Those aren’t just random words I’d say on a normal day. The more time I spend around him, the more he becomes my focus. The depravity and hindrance I get to protect him isn’t normal. These emotions are primitive. Never once have I experienced these kinds of feelings with an omega. The need to possess him is like a virus. It creeps and permeates my body and soul. "Nobody will hurt you, Arlo. Not on my watch."

"Not even Sasha?"

"No one."

I close the distance between us and the heat of his body sinks into mine. "You’ll have everything you ever wanted and anything your father wanted for you. He would want you to accept this arrangement."

"You don’t know that."

"I think I do." I pull him against me. I feel the chills go up and down my spine. He stiffens but ultimately allows himself to lean on my chest. I swear I can feel his heartbeat outside his body. He is so in tune with me, it’s unsettling. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close. His muscles are rigid but he lets in when I nuzzle the back of his head. I inhale his familiar, sweet scent. He relaxes into me, and his breathing slows.