Page 39 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“What kind of exam is this?” Emre squeaked.

“I bruised you on the outside,” Zenith muttered. “I want to make sure nothing inside is hurt.”

He cupped Emre’s cheeks and spread them, examining Emre’s hole. “Your pucker looks fine. Stretched out, but that’s to be expected after how long you’ve been wrapped around me.” Zenith grabbed his phone and slid two fingers into Emre, scissoring them to open up his hole. Then he shone his phone’s flashlight inside.

Emre buried his face in a pillow. “Oh gods.”

It was one thing to be examined by a doctor, but to have his... neighbor? His one-night stand? His maybe-alpha? To have Zenith looking so closely at one of the most intimate parts of his body, shining a bright light on it...

Emre shuddered, his hole clenching.

Zenith rumbled and kept Emre stretched open on his fingers. “Looks good on the inside. How are you feeling in here?”

“I feel... open.” Emre blushed. “Like I got a workout. But nothing hurts.”

“Good.” Zenith tilted his phone’s flashlight at different angles, like he was inspecting every inch of Emre’s inner walls. Finally,he pulled out his fingers and wiped them on the forgotten bath towel.

“Are you going to do that again?” Emre blurted. “After the birth.”

Then he cringed. His post-birth body wasn’t going to be in great shape. Certainly not something Zenith would find attractive.

But Zenith almost looked... shy. “You’d let me?”

Emre frowned. “You’d want to?”

“Yes. Of course. If you need someone to perform a visual exam, I’d volunteer. Not that I have any medical experience,” Zenith added sheepishly.

Emre shrugged. “I didn’t have anyone at all after Abbie, so anything more than that is already a step up.”

Zenith scowled again. “I will help. Just tell me what to do.”

“Thanks,” Emre said, his heart fluttering.

“Let me make you breakfast.” Zenith set down his phone and left the bedroom to wash his hands.

Abbie was making little hungry whimpers, so Emre shuffled off the bed and waddled over to the kitchen.

What he saw made him freeze completely.

Scattered on the floor around Buttwheel, were tiny, charred pieces ofsomething.A glance into the shopping cart’s basket added to his horror—Abbie’s blanket was blackened in some spots, and entirely missing in large chunks. Some of the other toys had been burned to a crisp.

“Abbie!” Emre yelped, hurrying over.

The pup was on her back, kicking her paws. She didn’t seem to be in any kind of distress. When Emre drew closer, she turned to look at him, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Zenith asked behind Emre. “Oh.”

Carefully, Emre scooped Abbie into his arms, turning her over to check for burns. Every strand of fur looked intact. Abbie yipped and twitched her nose, leaning eagerly toward his chest.

“Her toys and blanket aren’t fireproof,” Emre said, still in shock. “But she’s completely unharmed?”

When there was no nipple forthcoming, Abbie began to strain against Emre’s hands, wriggling in an attempt to get closer.

Emre sighed, raising her to eye level. “Sure, go ahead and make a mess, and expect to be fed anyway.”

Zenith laughed. “She’s adorable.”

“She is, until you realize she’s chewed through your last clean pair of underwear.” Emre brought Abbie closer to his face, dropping a kiss on her wet little nose. “Are you going to shift back? Your little wolf teeth don’t play well with my chest.”