Dreams of the Past

 "Bollocks!" Lucas finished retching into the chamber pot but  stayed on his knees, staring in disbelief at the slight protrusion  around his middle. He didn't bother calling Lucille, the house mother,  for help. He already knew what the bulge meant. He was pregnant.  
 

Lucas also knew that he alone bore the blame for his predicament.  After all, there was a reason that knotting was strictly forbidden in  the house. Still, when the nondescript alpha had winked and offered a  full pound under the table in a bid to knot him – a welcome surprise  that he could add to the purse he kept hidden for when he was able to  escape the Omega house - Lucas had given in quickly.  
 

Since the majority of the tiny compensation that Lucas received for  each trick went to pay for the protection of the house – even though the  house was who he needed protection from - with a bit left over for food  and other necessities, money was always tight.
So, with a choice between the quick tumble that the house had  already been paid for – a tumble that Lucas would only see a shilling of  from the crown that the house pocketed – and an additional gold pound  for the temporary inconvenience of being knotted, only a fool would take  the former.  
After all, he was nowhere near his season and Omegas couldn't catch outside of heat; everyone knew that.  
 

Except – Lucas raised his shirt a few inches and stared at the tiny bump again – except, everyone appeared to be wrong.