(Ai BL) Pregnant By My Heated Rival | Full Episode | [English Sub.]

I spent 20 years pretending to be an alpha. Now my rival has got me pinned to a hotel bed, driving deep into my room over and over.

The gland on my nape is bitten raw. Oh fuck me like...

Please, don't finish inside... Damn it. I didn't want to get pregnant.

Today is Lily's naming ceremony. Half of New York's upper crust crams into the Hartwell estate.

I stand in the nursery, pulling a white dress over Lily's head.

She just woke up. Amber eyes. Half lidded. Staring up at me. I hold that gaze for three seconds.

Then I look away. Blackthorn amber. A genetic mark passed down through every alpha in their line.

I knew this before I ever got pregnant. It's the fact I've dreaded all year.

I pull her against my chest and press my forehead to hers. Her baby powder scent carries the faintest trace of cedar.

Felix's alpha pheromone residue soaked into her from the womb. No amount of suppressants can scrub it out.

Doesn't matter. Everyone will assume it rubbed off from my alpha scent.

An alpha father holding his baby, smelling like an alpha.

Nothing strange, nobody will think twice. I turn to the mirror for one final check.

The suppressant patch sits flush against my nape gland, shirt collar hiding its edges.

Synthetic alpha pheromone spray, cedar and cold iron, coats my skin in an even layer.

Burying the salted caramel underneath. This is my alpha scent. Twenty years of pretending.

Satisfied, I carry Lily downstairs. The guests warm.

Look at those eyes. The spitting image of a heart-willed alpha.

All the best heart-willed genes. Born with the heart field bearing, Arthur's got his heir.

Of course, my grandson made her. How could she not be perfect?

Arthur thumps his cane. His cloudy eyes brim with pride.

Unlike the Blackthorns, this generation, not a single heir.

Serves them right. My arms tighten around Lily.

Grandpa, you're talking about your great-granddaughter's other family.

I'll take this to my grave. Hartwell and Blackthorn are sworn enemies. My daughter is the sole Blackthorn heir of this generation.

The only one. I need to change the subject fast. Grandpa, babies have weak immune systems.

Let me take Lily back upstairs to rest. The longer we're out here, the higher the risk.

I have no idea what Arthur would do if he found out his alpha heir is an Omega. Of course my mouth has other plans.

Arthur says, fine. And a scream rips through the hall.

She's awake, my rotten luck. Every good wish backfires.

I fumble to soothe her. The harder I try, the louder Lily screams until half the party can hear her.

Total chaos. Then the crowd ripples. Wait, the baby has amber eyes.

Look at that. Maybe I'm seeing things, but those amber eyes look just like the blackthorn outfits.

Even Arthur frowns. He's never seen Lily with her eyes open.

I clap a hand over Lily's face. My brain misfires and I blurt out. Her mother is biracial.

Smooth, an alpha hooks up with a biracial omega, biracial genes, amber eyes. Makes perfect sense.

If anyone found out I'd had my sworn enemy's kid, my great-grandfather would claw out of his coffin.

Then across the room, a voice biting clenched.