I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 89: CP: I’m A Male Who Can Get Pregnant

Mira didn’t flinch under Naga’s stare. If anything, her posture straightened fractionally, the silver scales along her spine catching the glow like polished steel.

"The one who has already claimed protection responsibility," she said without hesitation. "Prince Zale."

The name dropped into the chamber like a stone into deep water.

Naga’s head snapped toward the pool where Zale had retreated to the far edge, half-submerged, tail coiled tightly beneath him in a posture that screamed deliberate non-interference. The mer-prince had gone unnaturally still, aqua eyes wide with something between shock and wary hope.

Zale opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked at Alex instead of Naga.

Alex felt the weight of every gaze in the room—Mira’s steady certainty, Kai’s quiet sympathy from the corner where he’d frozen mid-weave, Reef the Younger’s guarded alertness at the entrance, and most of all Naga’s burning focus.

"I didn’t ask for this," Zale said, voice low and careful. "I offered sanctuary. Medical care. Nothing more unless it was freely given."

Mira made a small, impatient sound. "You offered protection responsibility in front of witnesses. In our law, in our biology, that is already the first step toward a bond claim. You placed your hand on his belly. You stayed through every examination. You’ve been pouring ambient energy for him to absorb since the moment you pulled that raft to shore. Don’t pretend you don’t know what that means."

Zale’s scales flushed a deeper at the gills. "I know what it means to me. I don’t know what it means to him."

All eyes returned to Alex.

He took a slow breath, feeling the babies shift restlessly inside him as though they, too, were waiting for the answer.

"I know what you’re offering isn’t casual," he said to Zale. "I know it would be permanent. I know it would change things—for all of us." He glanced at Naga. "Including you."

Naga’s jaw worked. "And you’re... considering it."

"I’m considering whether six lives are worth more than my discomfort with change," Alex corrected quietly. "That’s different from wanting it. Different from choosing it for romance or politics or anything else."

He looked back at Zale.

"You’ve been honest with me from the beginning," he said. "Even when it embarrassed you. Even when it risked rejection. That matters. A lot."

Zale exhaled through his gills—a soft, bubbling sound. "I would never ask you to accept me just to survive the week. If the only reason is medical necessity, then I would rather you hate me forever than bond under obligation."

"That’s very noble," Mira said dryly, "but the cubs don’t care about nobility. They care about calories, energy, and oxygen. And right now their bearer is running a deficit that will become critical in four to five days."

Naga made a low, continuous hiss—less threat now, more anguished vibration.

Alex reached out and laid his hand over Naga’s where it still rested on his belly.

"I’m not saying yes yet," he told both of them. "I’m saying... I need to talk to Zale. Alone. Without an audience. Without medical lectures hanging over us. Just the two of us figuring out whether this could ever be more than emergency triage."

Mira opened her mouth—then closed it again at the look Alex gave her.

"Fine," she said at last. "One hour. Then I need him back in the birthing pool for another full scan. No excuses."

She gestured sharply.

Everyone moved.

Kai gathered his weaving and slipped away. Reef the Younger retreated to just outside the entrance. Mira dove and vanished into the lower passages. Only Zale remained—still in the pool, still coiled, still watching Alex with an expression that managed to be both hopeful and terrified at once.

Naga rose slowly, every movement deliberate.

"I’ll be right outside," he said to Alex. Not a question. A statement. "If you need me—"

"I know," Alex said softly.

Naga looked at Zale then—really looked. Not with murder in his eyes this time, but with something colder and more assessing.

"If you hurt him," he said, voice perfectly level, "I will tear this reef apart stone by stone until I find whatever is left of you."

Zale met that stare without flinching.

"If I hurt him," he answered just as evenly, "you won’t have to. I’ll hand you my life."

Naga studied him another heartbeat.

Then he turned, slid into the water, and disappeared through the tunnel.

Silence settled—broken only by the soft lap of water and the distant songs of the reef.

Zale finally moved closer, pulling himself up onto the platform’s edge so they were almost eye-level.

"I meant what I said earlier," he began quietly. "If this is only because your body is failing, then no. I won’t do it. I won’t let you wake up in a week hating me and hating yourself for what survival cost."

Alex nodded slowly.

"I don’t hate survival," he said. "But I also don’t want to wake up bonded to someone I barely know just because biology demanded it."

[ Look who’s talking? Someone who ended up mating a serpent in his first meeting and accepted mating proposal of a lion in less than a week. ]

" Shut up. "

Alex studied Zale’s face—the sharp cheekbones, the glowing aqua eyes, the way the red hair floated even when damp like living flame.

"So tell me why you want to mate with me," Alex said. "Not as a prince. Not as the protector. Just... you. The person underneath all of that."

Zale let out a soft, surprised breath.

Then, haltingly at first, he began to speak.

He spoke about never having any desire to form a mate bond before—not because he didn’t want one, but because he’d never met anyone who made the idea feel inevitable instead of strategic. Never met any female as amazing as him. Until now.

" One thing you gotta know before you talk any further. "

" I’m A Male. "

Zale blinked a once. Then twice.

Then he stared at Alex for a long moment—not with disgust or rejection, but with something closer to pure bewilderment. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"You’re... what?" he asked slowly, as if perhaps he’d misheard through the water.

"Male," Alex repeated, meeting his eyes steadily. "I know I look like what you’d consider female. I know I’m pregnant, which in this world seems to automatically ’bearer equals female’ in most people’s minds. But how should I say it? "

" I’m a rare kind. My spirit guide said I’m the only one with this kind of body in all over beast world. " Alex blushed slightly, from the embarrassment of praising himself.

Zale’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

"But... you’re carrying cubs," he said, clearly trying to process this. " And you have... the body for..."

"For pregnancy, yes," Alex confirmed.

Zale was very quiet for several heartbeats, his aqua eyes tracking over Alex’s face as if seeing him for the first time.

Then he laughed.

Not mockingly—it was a soft, almost relieved sound.

"That... actually explains some things," he said.

Alex blinked. "It does?"

"You don’t move like the bearers I’ve met before,"

Zale said thoughtfully. "Don’t speak like them. There’s a directness to you, a way of taking up space that’s different. I thought it was because you were from some rare protected tribe. Turns out it’s because you’re..."

He trailed off, clearly searching for the right word.

"Male," Alex supplied. "You can say it."

"Male," Zale repeated, testing the word. His scales rippled with shifting colors—a sign of intense emotion in mer-people. "And you’re telling me this now because...?"

"Because if we’re going to consider a mate bond—even for survival reasons—you deserve to know who you’re actually bonding with," Alex said. "Not the assumption. Not what I appear to be. The truth."