Page 43 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“Fuck.” Zenith laid him back on the floor and carefully grasped his cramping leg. Carefully, he kneaded the hurting muscle, working it loose and stretching it out. Emre shuddered. But the pain faded, and the discomfort finally turned bearable.

“Thanks,” Emre panted, sagging against the floor.

“Let me work your other legs too, just in case.”

“Sure. It’s not like I can go anywhere.”

“I could always carry you around,” Zenith said lightly.

“But you have a book to write!”

Zenith began to work on Emre’s other hind leg, fingers digging into deep muscle. Emre whimpered.

“I can brainstorm while I carry you around,” Zenith said. “Or, you could travel with Buttwheel. Think about it: You’ll be the first cart-surfing wolf omega in the world. You’ll look like a badass.”

“You mean, I’d use Buttwheel as my chariot?” Actually, that mental image was amazing.

“With Abbie by your side,” Zenith added.

“That sounds like a really cool scene in a book.”

Zenith grinned. “How about this? As soon as I wrap up this manuscript, I’ll write a book about a wolf and a cart.”

“With two pups?”

“Of course.”

Emre shivered. “No one’s written a book about me before.”

“I’ll make sure you get a happy ending.”

At that, Emre squinted. “You mean the kind that’s not in a massage parlor?”

“I literally just gave you a massage.”

“Well, it didn’t come with a happy ending. I feel cheated.”

Zenith snorted. “Well, I’m not giving you one right at this moment. Let’s make it a reward.”

Emre perked up. “For getting through today?”

“In my case, it would be for getting a few pages written,” Zenith said dryly. “This book isn’t going to write itself.”

“What a travesty,” Emre sighed. “Don’t you wish you could just beam your brain into the book?”

“It’ll end up with all manner of inappropriate thoughts between the paragraphs.” Zenith laughed. “Maybe even a few pickup lines.”

“Pickup lines are good, right?”

Zenith went still. “Have you not... heard about the pickup lines?”

Something about the way Zenith was holding himself... It meant something about the pickup lines.

Emre frowned. “Should I have heard about them? I’ve been living under a rock.”

“Oh dear,” Zenith murmured.

“Oh yes,” someone shouted from faraway.