Page 20 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Emre nodded. Zenith was glancing around his bare apartment again, a little crinkle on his forehead. Then he turned abruptly and hurried off, the back of his neck growing redder.

Emre shut the door and leaned against it, horrified at himself. Abbie was rolling around on the mattress as a wolf pup, completely unaware of her dad’s abject humiliation.

“Fuck me, fuck my hole, and my entire fucking life,” Emre muttered.

“Are you implying that your life has holes to be fucked?” came Zenith’s voice from two doors down.

Emre whined. He wanted to hide his face in his hands, but the cookies were in his way. “My life is full of holes. It’s a fuck-sack that only has holes for dicks to go in.”

“I’m sure you need a high-pressure hose to clean it out,” Zenith said very solemnly.

“You may as well,” Emre said sadly. “Shoot water into one hole, and all of the other holes will start gushing with the terrible jizz my life has been fucked over with. It’ll be a disgusting mess.”

“You’ll come out of it with your life squeaky-clean.”

“I’m sure you can start a fuckhole life cleaning business,” Emre said. “You can even make a business card for it.”

“I’ll pass it along to my brothers. They will really appreciate it.”

His mouth twitching into an unwilling smile, Emre climbed to his feet and set the cookies on the kitchen table. Maybe Zenith had a box he could store them in?

He gathered Abbie’s few things—blanket, toys, and diapers, and tucked them into Buttwheel’s cargo basket.

As he was placing Abbie into the cart, she gave a strange little burp.

A tiny wisp escaped her snout. Smoke?

It smelled like smoke.

It was gone the next instant, like it was never there at all.

“Maybe I’m hallucinating,” Emre said to her. After all, he had stayed up all night giving himself several disappointing orgasms.

She gnawed on his finger and wriggled her furry little body, before pouncing on her squeaky toys.

Emre checked that he was decently dressed—a T-shirt and sweatpants—before listening for strangers in the hallway.When he was satisfied that no one would see them, he left the apartment and pushed Buttwheel over to Zenith’s place, knocking quietly on the door.

Zenith opened it almost immediately, his eyes bright. “You came!”

Emre stared. Zenith stared back, his words hanging in the air between them.

The alpha froze, his cheeks turning pink.

“I... did,” Emre said awkwardly.

Zenith cleared his throat. “I’m... very glad that you did.”

“It’s my pleasure,” said Emre’s mouth. “Oh gods.”

Zenith huffed. “I don’t suppose we could start over?”

“We should,” Emre said gratefully. “Hi, my name is Emre. I suck at life. And other things.”

Before he could cringe, Zenith met his gaze. “My name is Zenith. I also suck at things.”

Emre buried his face in his hands. “We’re never going to be smooth, are we?”

Zenith sighed. “I suspect not. Come on in.”