Page 123 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“Sweetheart?” Zenith asked, concerned.

Emre was about to say he was fine, when fluid trickled out of him.

His mouth fell open. It couldn’t possibly...

“I think my water broke.”

Zenith paled. “Your water broke?!”

A louder gasp went through the cavern. Money changed hands.

“What do we do?” Emre squeaked.

“Get through the bonding first,” Zenith said. “But try not to rush. You need to keep your feet on the Circle.”

It was just a tiny bit stressful, following the circle with his toes because he couldn’t see it with his eyes. Emre clutched his belly with his other arm, gritting his teeth when another contraction rolled through him. Zenith squeezed his hand, his jaw clenching.

They were almost done with the second lap when Emre felt their baby moving through him.

“I think there might be some crowning,” he squawked.

Zenith made a choked sound. “C’mon, almost there.”

They crossed into the third lap, and a gust whipped briefly through the cavern.

“Three times for a future well-told,” Zenith rumbled, his hand tight around Emre’s.

Emre barely heard it. His body was squeezing again, pushing with such familiarity that Emre knew, somehow, that they didn’t have much time left before the pup was here.

“Zenith,” he squeaked.

He didn’t know what his face looked like, but it made panic flash through Zenith’s eyes.

“Maybe take larger steps?” Zenith squeaked back. “It’ll help you walk faster.”

“What if larger steps make the pup fall out?!”

“Okay, small but quick steps,” Zenith said. “But only as safe as you can make it.”

Emre reached behind in case he needed to catch the pup. All of a sudden, his loose lounge pants didn’t seem like such a good idea.

“Lose the pants, maybe,” Zenith said worriedly. “Carefully.”

“How do I focus on following the line and taking off my pants at the same time?” Emre yelped. “And keeping the baby inside?”

There came another contraction. The pup descended further, and Emre made a choked sound.

“Oh gods, oh gods, please don’t shoot out right in the middle of the Circle,” Emre chanted.

It was really fucking hard to follow a curving line while heavily pregnant and battling contractions. While also stepping out of his pants. More than once, Zenith had to correct Emre’s course. Emre gritted his teeth and finally managed to kick off his pants.

“I think the pup’s coming out,” he yelped during the next contraction.

Zenith swore and reached between Emre’s legs, his eyes bugging out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can feel—”

“One of us, one of us,” his brothers chanted.

More money changed hands. Someone was playing climactic movie music on their phone.