Page 122 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“There was once a dragon

Who was big of balls and thick of cock

He would fuck his omega at sex o’clock

Till both of them could not walk

Then one day

His trouser snake came out to play

And it got lost in a hole.”

Griff bowed. The brothers clapped. Zenith put his head in his hands. Emre snickered and leaned into his alpha’s chest.

“That’s such a terrible song,” Zenith muttered.

“It made me smile,” Emre pointed out. “C’mon, let’s get this bonding started.”

Zenith helped him to the middle of the chamber and took the outermost circle, positioning Emre on the second-largest circle. Emre wriggled his toes against the groove on the ground—the grooves helped because he couldn’t see past his swollen belly.

“Ready?” Zenith whispered, firelight reflecting in his eager gaze.

Emre’s heart thumped. “Ready.”

Around them, the whispers hushed.

In a deep, booming voice, Zenith announced, “Once for luck.”

They began walking around the Circle, slowly so Emre could feel his way forward with his toes. Zenith held his hand and kept him steady, his heartbeat loud in Emre’s ears.

They were almost done with the first lap when Emre’s belly squeezed. He tensed.

“Sweetheart?” Zenith paused, looking over in concern.

“I, um.” Emre rubbed his belly. “A contraction, maybe?”

A collective gasp went through the cavern.

Zenith’s eyes widened slightly. “Do you want to postpone the bonding, or continue?”

Emre bit his lip. “It’s just a practice contraction, right? I think we have enough time for two more laps.”

Zenith nodded, straightening his shoulders.

As they crossed into their second lap, the circles lit up with a faint blue glow, and a gentle breeze picked up around them.

“Twice as a promise,” Zenith rumbled.

They continued to walk. Someone hissed at the butlers for popcorn, but none of the footsteps headed for the kitchen. Instead, several people came toward the cavern, many of their heads popping into view just past the cavern’s entrance.

Emre’s attention was on Zenith though. He admired Zenith’s profile, his handsome, determined face, the line of his jaw and his full, red lips.

Who would’ve thought this was where he would end up?

Three steps later, Emre’s belly tightened again. This time, something popped in his belly.

Emre blinked, faltering.