He could study for the bar in their house, peaceful and undisturbed while Gabriel took care of everything else. It would be a stressful time, but they’d manage. They’d made it this far, hadn’t they?

Michael had come because Gabriel was alone. Vulnerable. His mate was away and he wasn’t on pack territory. So what better time to corner an Omega?

“He knew I was alone. I guess running off and getting mated didn’t sit well with him, especially since I didn’t say anything first.” And when he’d caught the change in his brother? The subtle shift in his scent that told him he was pregnant with the Winchester’s cub had sparked a quiet and cold fury in his brother. Thankfully Dean had been close by and kept Michael from killing him outright. Even he wouldn’t risk a pack war.

Gabriel chewed on his lower lip, glancing down at his hands. “It must have. Even implants aren’t a hundred percent guarantee against surprises and the Doc was just as surprised as I was when he took it out. Male Omegas don’t get pregnant easily to begin with.” Worry number one. Conception and carrying a cub to term was always harder for the male Omegas than the females. Not impossible, but it was difficult. He rubbed at the bandage on his arm where the implant had been. “I’ll have to go back in about two weeks – he wants to make sure it’s not a false read.”

It’s not a false read. There’s been a marked change in his scent. Going back is just a formality.

“I’m sorry Sammy. I know this isn’t how we planned it. But.. I know I don’t need to go back.”