Page 113 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Uriel shook his head. “Little wonder why he doesn’t have an omega.”

Bruiser straightened to his full height, offended. “I choose not to have one.”

“If that makes you feel better.” Uriel rolled his eyes.

Bruiser opened and closed his mouth as though he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words for it. He glowered at Uriel though, his neck turning red.

Emre exchanged a look with Zenith.

“I think I know how the book ends,” Zenith said.

Bruiser glanced over. “What book?”

Zenith gave the fakest shrug known to mankind. “Romance novel. It has something to do with a shopping cart.”

Doc shot Zenith a look that spoke volumes. “Well, my work here is done. I should get going.” He helped Zenith to his feet.

Uriel scanned Zenith, then gave a quick nod. “I’ll hitch a ride with you, Doc. You’re much better company thansome people.”

Bruiser narrowed his eyes.

Uriel stalked off without looking back. Doc shrugged at Bruiser and followed him; Bruiser watched them leave.

After a while, Bruiser left in his firetruck.

“Wow,” Emre whispered.

“I know, right?” Zenith said.

“I can’t tell if they’re going to kiss or kill each other,” Emre replied.

“Both,” Huxton said cheerfully.

“It’s such a train wreck,” Emre said.

“A very explosive train wreck,” Huxton agreed. Then he frowned. “Uriel never gave me an answer about the pickup line healing spells.”

“They probably wouldn’t work,” Zenith said, looking up at Emre. “Need a hand down from there, sweetheart?”

“I’ve got it.” Huxton dropped his pants and shifted into a smaller pterodactyl, flying up to the rooftop. There, he shifted into a much larger pterodactyl, waited for Emre to climb onto his leg, before flying down to the sidewalk.

“Thanks,” Emre said. He wanted to go up to Zenith and hug him, but there were a few bodies scattered between them. That was really hard to ignore, even if he wanted nothing more than to hug his alpha. “Um. Is someone going to do something about this?”

“I’ll handle it,” Huxton said, shifting back into a human and pulling his pants back on. “Are you heading home?”

Zenith glanced at Emre, who sagged and nodded.

“That’s enough excitement for one day,” Emre said tiredly. Buttwheel bumped up against his hip, miraculously with their groceries still intact. “Hey, Buttwheel.”

“We’ll go home and make a cuddle pile,” Zenith said. “Hux, call Blade. He’ll come over and get our statements when we’ve settled in. Blade’s my brother. He’s pretty high up in the police department,” he said to Emre.

Zenith made his way through the alley, over the bodies, and wrapped his arm around Emre’s shoulder. Emre leaned into Zenith’s unhurt side, his heart aching at the bandages on Zenith’s other side.

“You’re hurt,” Emre said quietly.

Zenith squeezed his shoulder. “I’ll heal.”

Emre nudged Abbie and Bean against Zenith’s stomach so they could nuzzle him too. “I’ve heard that pup kisses can cure anything.”