Page 54 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Zenith blinked. “No, it’s just this one building. Not an apartment. All of this is mine.”

Emre froze, doing a double-take. “Y-you own all of this?!”

“Yes?” Zenith blushed. “I saved up every dollar I earned to buy this place, although my dads insisted on helping when I told them I was going to be an author.” He made a face. “So if that makes me a less worthy alpha, I’ll understand if you—”

“No, no!” Emre cried, waving his hands. “You own a mansion. That’s... a lot. I’ve never been in a house even aquarterthe size of this place.”

Zenith shrugged, looking shy. “All the better to provide with.”

“So this is why you didn’t need to bring along any clothes or food,” Emre said. “You already have it all here.”

“Like Huxton said, the apartment has been stripped down so I can focus on writing my book. No internet, no TV, no distractions.”

“And now you’re back here because of me.” Emre winced.

“It’s fine. You needed to be somewhere safe.” Zenith gave a hopeful smile. “Would you like a tour?”

“Sure.” Emre tried to wrap his mind around all of this. First Abbie, now a mansion.

Zenith scooped Abbie out of her bedsheet nest, carrying her little winged form easily in one arm. With his other arm, he helped Emre out of the car. “Got the keys?”

Emre hefted the backpack onto his shoulder. “Yeah.”

Something squeaked behind them. Emre turned. Buttwheel had followed them all the way here. He couldn’t help smiling. “Hey, Buttwheel.”

The shopping cart flipped its wheels, rolling up to nudge him lightly.

“That’s a very good cart you have there,” Zenith said.

“Buttwheel is the best cart.” Emre patted his cart and frowned at it. “Try not to go exploring in the trees, okay? You might get stuck and I don’t know if I’ll be able to rescue you. I can’t walk very well right now.”

“I’ll rescue it if it does,” Zenith said. Buttwheel squeaked and nudged the alpha too.

Emre beamed. Then he squawked when Zenith scooped him up with his other arm. “Eek!”

“Don’t squirm,” Zenith said. “I only have one arm to keep you balanced, but it’s faster this way.”

He carried Emre all the way up to the front doors and paused. “You have a set of keys now. Unlock the door, sweetheart.”

Emre blushed.Zenith actually gave me the keys to this place.He fumbled with the backpack and pulled out the keys—his keys!—pausing at the frowning keyhole. “Will it... recognize me?”

“Hey, Lockerson,” Zenith said, with a sideways glance at Emre. “Yeah, I named all my locks. Anyway, this is Emre. He’s authorized to unlock and enter the house.”

The keyhole smiled.

“Hi,” Emre said, before staring down at the five silver keys.

“Fire key,” Zenith said. Only then did Emre realize that one of the keys had a fire motif on it. He slid that into the keyhole, half-expecting it to chew up his key. The lock clicked.

“Thanks,” Emre said, opening the door so Zenith didn’t have to put him or Abbie down.

Inside, the mansion was huge. He felt as though he was in a giant’s home; the hallways and doorways were much larger than Zenith.

“Why is everything so huge?” Emre blurted.

“So I can move around in here as a dragon.”

That made complete sense. And it also blew Emre’s mind. “Was this place custom-built for you?”