Page 118 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

When Emre had finished the last of the bacon and licked his fingers clean, Zenith took his hands.

“Let me show you your new nest,” Zenith said eagerly. The alpha was almost trembling; he was so excited.

Emre’s heart skipped. “You didn’t have to put in all that effort for me. You already have me.”

“Iwantto do nice things for you, sweetheart. If I manage to win your approval, if you like it...” Hope flashed through Zenith’s face. He cupped Emre’s cheeks and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “C’mon, let me show you.”

He swept Emre into his arms and carried him upstairs, to the room next to theirs. This room had been out-of-bounds ever since Zenith had recovered from his injury; Emre had caught the scents of sawdust and sweet oils every time he passed the locked door.

Now, Zenith flung the door open and stepped aside to present his gift.

It was a sunlit room with pastel pink walls and sheer, fluttering drapes. In the middle of the space was a low wooden platform, so close to the floor that the pups could easily climb up in their wolf shapes. All its edges had been rounded so they wouldn’t hurt the pups, and piled on top of the platform were several fluffy blankets and some large pillows.

Emre made a soft sound in his throat. “This looks amazing.”

“Yeah?” Zenith beamed. “You haven’t seen all of it.”

He led Emre further into the room, handing him a remote. When Emre pressed the first button, blackout shades lowered over the huge windows, blocking out the sunlight.

“In case you want a nap without any sun in your eyes,” Zenith explained.

Another push of the button raised the shades. Emre circled the nest, eyeing the ball pit on the far end. Next to it was a pool of stuffed toys. Further along the nest was a small bookcase, filled with a few of Emre’s favorite books. A mini fridge and cabinet had been installed too, filled with some of Emre’s favorite snacks.

Emre stared at all of it, speechless. He had thought the world of the temporary nest in their bed, but this...

No alpha had put such thought into building a perfect nest for him.

“I...” He choked up a little, trying to find the words to describe how cherished all this made him feel.

“Do you like it?” Zenith peered at him hopefully.

“Yes!” Emre’s voice cracked. “I don’t ever want to move out.”

Zenith grinned, and grinned wider when Emre took his hand and tugged him into the nest.

“Sit,” Emre said.

Zenith sat in the middle of the pillows and blankets. Emre crawled into his lap, cupping his alpha’s handsome face.

“I don’t know what I did in my past life to deserve you,” Emre whispered, his heart full.

Zenith shrugged. “You didn’t have to do anything. In fact, it’s the other way around—”

“Oh just kiss already,” Huxton said from somewhere in the mansion. “Or would you like me to improve the mood with some pickup lines?”

“Shut up!” Zenith and Emre said, grinning at each other.

Emre traced Zenith’s beloved face with his fingertips, following the arch of his eyebrows, the swell of his cheekbones, the brush of his lashes. He caressed the bow of Zenith’s soft lips, and placed a kiss there.

“Mark me?” he whispered. “I want your bonding mark.”

Zenith shivered, delight shining on his face. “Yes. On your neck?”

In response, Emre tipped his head sideways, offering himself to his alpha.

Zenith growled and gripped Emre’s hips, burying his face against Emre’s neck. “Mine.” He kissed Emre all over—his ear, his jaw, down his throat to his pulse point, then the crook of his neck. “Here?”

“Over the scar,” Emre said. “For a new beginning.”