Page 106 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“Yes,” Zenith said.

“So I can... stick my hand in fire, and it would be okay?”

“Well... yes. But are you sure you want to do that?” Zenith frowned, sobering.

Emre made a face. “I should prove it to myself. Just one touch?”

Zenith eyed his omega; Emre seemed determined. So he turned his head away and breathed a tiny, continuous stream of orange flame—the coolest fire he could manage.

Emre’s heart pounded loudly in the space between them. He inched his fingers closer, yanking his hand back every time he neared the edge of the flames. Then he breathed in and squeezed his eyes shut, plunging his hand into Zenith’s flames.

His hand remained pristine and intact. His heart thundered. Zenith watched as Emre cracked his eyes open.

“Mother Moon,” Emre whispered, staring at the flames engulfing his hand. When he pulled it out of the fire, his fingers looked better than before. Very slightly pink, but nothing out of the ordinary. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Zenith beamed and kept on breathing fire.

Slowly, Emre pushed his fingers back into the flames, his eyes open this time. He wriggled his fingers and clenched his fist, then pulled it back out and examined it again.

“Wow,” he whispered.

Zenith stopped the stream of fire, grinning proudly. “What do you think?”

“This is amazing,” Emre said. “I don’t think I can erase that instinctive fear, but at least now I know it’s not going to kill me.”

“Hot peppers will make you breathe fire,” Zenith said. “If that’s something you want to try. I can make you some spicy sandwiches.”

Emre chewed his lip. Then he shrugged. “Why not? I’m already all in.”

How would his body react to the sweet round peppers? The dastardly wrinkled ones? Would he hiccup a burst of sparks? Or would he breathe a huge fireball? Already, Zenith’s imagination was running wild.

“We’re out of peppers,” Huxton yelled from somewhere in the mansion.

“I know a grower who has all kinds of peppers,” Zenith said excitedly. “It would just be a short trip—”

“Do you think the pups might want to go too?” Emre said.

It had been so long since they’d had a trip, all four of them. Zenith’s heart skipped. “Hux, will you play lookout from the skies?”

“Of course!”

It didn’t take long for them to be ready. They decided to drop by the grocery store first, for some fresh sandwich ingredients.

The shopping carts were out in full force today, wheeling up to them in the hopes of being adopted.

“Sorry, we’ve already got Buttwheel,” Emre said apologetically to the carts. “Maybe if we fill up Buttwheel and there’s no space for the pups?”

Zenith eyed him. “We’re only here for sandwich ingredients, sweetheart.”

Three minutes later, they passed a display rack full of giant pink rabbit plushies. They were soft. They had floppy ears.Emre couldn’t stop touching them, but they were the size of Buttwheel’s cargo basket.

He turned his puppy eyes on Zenith anyway.

Zenith sighed and scooped the pups out of Buttwheel, sticking a giant fluffy bunny into the cart.

Emre’s bright smile made up for everything.

“You win,” Zenith said.