Page 18 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Huxton

You’re not telling them hard enough. You need to supplement it with interpretive dance.

Gyrate your hips and hypnotize them with your love stick

I’ve heard that hypnosis helps with labor

Zenith

You think hypnotizing someone with my cock is a good idea??

Huxton

It’s long enough, isn’t it? Swing it back and forth like a pendulum

Wait, I think there might be a pickup line about cock hypnosis too

Let me look for it

Zenith stared at the texts and hurriedly set his phone down.

Two apartments away, he heard the slow shuffle of Emre waking up, Abbie babbling quietly. They sounded so vulnerable that Zenith’s instincts ached to protect all of them—Emre, his pup, and his unborn child.

How soon until he could go over there again?

He opened his laptop and tried futilely to write.

5

WE DON’T TALK ABOUT LAST NIGHT

Emre barely woke up,and only because Abbie wanted milk.

He moved his arm out of the way so she could crawl over and latch onto his chest; he fell back asleep with her warmth so close.

The next time he woke, he was jolting upright, his heart thumping. He didn’t know what had caused it.

Then he heard the sound: Heavy footsteps outside his apartment.

“Sorry,” Zenith said apologetically from the common hallway. “I tried asking a couple times earlier, but you weren’t awake. It’s just... This is fresh out of the oven; I thought you might like to have some while it’s still warm.”

Emre took two breaths to slow his racing pulse. “Oh. That’s... That’s nice of you. What is it?”

“Chocolate chip cookies. The chips are still a little melty.”

The sound that emerged from Emre’s throat was honestly quite embarrassing. But he was rolling off the mattress onto the floor,crawling for a few steps before he realized that he haddignity,and that he could walk like a regular human being.

Standing seemed like such a great effort, though.

Instead, Emre crawled the rest of the way to the door, then sat back on his heels and opened it.

From his position, Zenith looked really tall.

Zenith blinked at the empty air where Emre should’ve been. Then he looked down, and froze.

“You’re—on your knees,” Zenith said, strangled.

Emre opened and closed his mouth. “That sounds really questionable.”