Carrying His Love
chapter 1
AuuuuThor!
It's a soft, heartfelt ride, so I hope you'll love it as much as I loved writing it. ✨🥹
Royce sat hunched over the kitchen table, a stack of bills spread out like a losing hand of cards.
He dragged his fingers through his messy hair and groaned.
Royce Bennett (O)
I swear, every time I think I’m catching up, another debt shows up to slap me in the face. Maybe I should just sell a kidney.
Across from him, Isaac chewed calmly on a piece of toast, completely unfazed by Royce's dramatics
Isaac Quinn (O)
Your kidneys are probably worth less than your debts.
Royce Bennett (O)
Thanks, that’s comforting.
He shot back, dropping his forehead onto the table with a loud thud.
Isaac Quinn (O)
(sigh) Look, I actually came here with an idea. Don’t yell, okay?
Royce lifted his head just enough to squint at him.
Royce Bennett (O)
When you start like that, it usually means jail time.
Isaac Quinn (O)
This one doesn’t involve crime.
Isaac Quinn (O)
(holding Royce's hands) It’s… a job. Weird job. But the pay is huge. Like, debt-clearing huge.
Royce Bennett (O)
(narrowing his eyes) What kind of job? I’m not selling myself on the street, Isaac.
Isaac Quinn (O)
(snort) Relax. It’s… surrogacy.
The word hung in the air for a beat.
Royce blinked. Then blinked again.
Royce Bennett (O)
…Surrogacy? As in, carrying someone else’s baby?
Royce Bennett (O)
Isaac, I’m an omega, not an incubator on legs!
Isaac Quinn (O)
Well...biologically speaking, you kind of are.
Royce grabbed a cushion from the chair and threw it at his best friend’s head.
Royce Bennett (O)
Not funny!
Isaac Quinn (O)
(ducked, laughing) I’m serious! It’s a legitimate program. You go through the clinic, you get compensated.
Isaac Quinn (O)
And the amount, Isaac—it’s enough to wipe out your debt and maybe even leave you with savings.
Royce sat back, chewing on his lip.
The thought of being pregnant made his stomach twist, but so did the mountain of bills on the table.
He hated the idea… yet the possibility of freedom was tempting.
Royce Bennett (O)
It’s crazy. (muttering) Me? Pregnant? I can barely keep a cactus alive.
Isaac Quinn (O)
(smile softly) Sometimes crazy is the only way out. At least think about it, okay?
Royce sighed, staring at the unpaid bills again. Maybe—just maybe—Isaac had a point.
Royce Bennett.
Omega, 27 y/o
MC#1
Isaac Quinn.
Omega, 26 y/o
MC #2
chapter 2
Royce sat stiffly in the clinic’s waiting room, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles turned white.
Everything about the place was too clean, too white, too professional.
He felt like he didn’t belong here at all—like someone would suddenly realize he was broke, desperate, and kick him out.
The door opened and a woman in a neat suit stepped in, clipboard in hand.
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
Mr. Bennett?
Royce Bennett (O)
Uh—yes, that’s me.
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
Please, have a seat.
She said kindly, guiding him into her office.
The space was warm, with soft lighting and a faint smell of lavender.
Not as intimidating as he expected.
Still, Royce perched on the edge of the chair like he was about to bolt.
Royce Bennett (O)
So, um… I’m just here to hear about it, okay? I haven’t decided anything.
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
Of course.
The representative said smoothly, smiling in that reassuring, professional way.
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
Surrogacy is a big decision. Our program is designed to support you every step of the way—medical care, counseling, financial compensation. You won’t be alone.
Royce fiddled with the hem of his sleeve.
Royce Bennett (O)
And the… compensation?
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
Enough to resolve your current debts and give you a fresh start.
That made his stomach flutter. It sounded too good to be real.
Royce Bennett (O)
But—why me? I’m not… you know… special.
She folded her hands over the clipboard.
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
You don’t need to be. You’re healthy, capable, and willing. That’s what matters.
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
And our clients are carefully screened—you’ll know who you’re helping, and you’ll meet the father before we proceed.
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
Compatibility between surrogate and parent is important.
Royce Bennett (O)
Meet the father?
Royce Bennett (O)
(voice crack) Like… face-to-face?
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
Yes. (gently)
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
Next week, if you’d like to move forward. He’s… particular, but very committed to this process.
Royce's brows drew together.
Royce Bennett (O)
Particular sounds like code for difficult.
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
(chuckle softly) I’ll let you form your own opinion.
He slumped back in the chair, mind whirling.
Pregnant, him? This was insane. But the idea of clearing his debts… starting over…
The representative handed him a pamphlet.
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
Think it over. No pressure. We’ll schedule the meeting only if you’re sure.
Royce nodded weakly, clutching the pamphlet like a lifeline.
Next week. He’d meet the father next week.
Somehow, that thought both terrified and intrigued him.
chapter 3
Royce sat in the private consultation room, his knee bouncing like a jackhammer.
He’d dressed as neatly as he could manage, but he still felt underdressed.
His palms were clammy, his heart racing. This was it—the moment he’d meet the father.
The door opened, and walked in a tall alpha in a crisp suit, posture confident, expression calm—too calm.
Royce's breath caught. His stomach dropped. Then his blood pressure shot up like a rocket.
Royce Bennett (O)
You’ve got to be kidding me. (hissing)
The alpha stopped mid-step, then smirked.
Arwan Callahan (DA)
Well, well. If it isn’t Royce Bennett.
Arwan Callahan (DA)
Figures life would have the sense of humor to throw you in my path again.
Royce spat the name like it was poisonous.
His college rival. Mr. Perfect Grades. Mr. Everyone-Loves-Him. Mr. “I-Never-Lose.” And now… the father?
The representative, oblivious to the history, beamed.
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
Ah, I see you two already know each other!
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
That’s wonderful—compatibility will be much easier.
Royce Bennett (O)
Wonderful?!
Royce Bennett (O)
(glaring at her) I’d rather eat glass than spend nine months stuck with him!
Arwan, annoyingly composed, slid into the chair across from him.
Arwan Callahan (DA)
Don’t be so dramatic. You were always good at complaining more than necessary.
Royce Bennett (O)
Oh, I’m sorry.
Royce Bennett (O)
Did the words ‘I can’t stand you’ not reach your perfect alpha ears in college?
Dr. Devina Seth (B)
(clearing her throat nervously) Perhaps we should discuss expectations—
Royce Bennett (O)
I expect to not see his smug face every day.
Adrian leaned back, eyes gleaming with amusement.
Arwan Callahan (DA)
And yet you’re still here. Guess the money must be tempting.
Royce Bennett (O)
(cheeks burning) 💭Damn it, he is right.💭
Royce Bennett (O)
I could cancel.
He said stiffly, even though his fingers clenched tighter around the pamphlet.
Arwan Callahan (DA)
But you won’t.
Arwan Callahan (DA)
You never could walk away from a challenge.
Royce wanted to strangle him.
Royce Bennett (O)
💭Nine months. Nine months with this arrogant alpha breathing the same air as me.💭
And yet… he glanced at the figure on the contract.
He groaned and buried his face in his hands.
Royce Bennett (O)
This is hell. Actual hell.
Arwan Callahan (DA)
(chuckle) Then at least you’ll have good company.
Royce peeked through his fingers and glared.
Royce Bennett (O)
If I survive this, it’ll be a miracle.
Arwan Callahan.
28 y/o, Dominant Alpha
ML #1
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