Page 41 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

ZENITH TAKES CARE OF EMRE

Emre gasped,curling his limbs closer to his belly.

Zenith’s gaze sharpened. “What just happened?”

“Felt like a contraction.”

Zenith’s spine went ramrod straight, his eyes almost bugging out of his head. He yelped, “Are you going into labor?!”

“I... don’t think so?” Emre tried to paw at his belly, but Abbie was in the way, happily suckling.

Zenith looked around wildly. “Should I call someone?”

He shot to his feet the next moment, racing into the bedroom. Then he raced back out, looking panicked. “I can’t find my phone!”

“You brought it to the kitchen with you,” Emre said, puzzled. “Did you leave it on the table?”

“Did I—Oh.” Zenith grabbed his phone off the table, clutching it tightly. His face was adorably scrunched up. “Is there a wolf doctor I should call?”

“No, don’t panic.” Emre huffed. “I think this might be one of the early contractions. We get them up to a week in advance.”

“Oh.” Zenith stared at Emre. Then he took several measured breaths, and sat down next to Emre and Abbie. “Sorry about that. I’ve just... never done this before.”

Emre nosed at his thigh. “I have. This is fine.”

“You’ll tell me if something’s not okay?”

Emre nodded. “I will.”

Zenith blew out a breath, the lines of his shoulders sagging. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for caring,” Emre said, humbled.

Zenith ducked his head and blushed. In a quiet mumble, “I just want to help.”

“You can rub me,” Emre said hopefully. “I’m sore all over.”

“From last night?” Pink dusted Zenith’s cheeks.

Emre laughed. “No, it’s not just my ass. It’s my whole body. I think it’s part of the labor thing.”

Zenith drew himself up. “Which part hurts?”

“All of it.”

The alpha reached over, slowly rubbing Emre’s furry belly. It felt good. Emre relaxed, stretching out his hind legs.

“Rub my back too. It’s aching worse this week.”

Zenith carefully ran his hand down Emre’s back. “Tell me if I should go harder. I’ve never tried to massage a wolf before.”

“I would say this is like me popping your massage cherry, except that sounds really weird.” Emre groaned, covering his eyes with his paws.

Abbie looked over at him. Then she, too, covered her eyes with her paws.

Zenith laughed so hard, he had to wipe his eyes. “That—That’s just precious. Fu-Fudge. Abbie, you’re hilarious.”

Abbie unlatched and went sniffing around Buttwheel. The burned pieces of blanket puffed up around her snout, and she sneezed.