Page 66 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

At that, Emre’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you writing a steamy scene? Can I read it?”

“Sure you want to do that right now? You’re carrying a pup.”

Emre made a face, his shoulders sagging. “Dammit.”

He had T-Bean cradled against his chest, the pup’s little eyes still scrunched shut. At first, Emre had nicknamed the pup To Be Named, except he’d shortened it to TBN after a few hours. By the end of the day, the pup had become T-Bean.

Bean hadn’t shifted into his human form yet, which was making them both extremely curious.

“Uriel’s coming over tomorrow,” Zenith said. “I think I have an idea how to get you a small break from keeping T-Bean warm.”

Interest flickered in Emre’s gaze. “You do? How?”

“It’s a surprise. But it’s really more for my benefit than yours.” Zenith gestured vaguely at his own hips.

Emre sneaked closer, peeking around Zenith’s desk at his covered crotch. His nose twitched. “Wow.” Then he pouted. “Is that why you’re never around anymore when I wake up in the mornings?”

Zenith winced. They had removed most of the pillows from Emre’s nest so they could all stretch out comfortably on the bed. But Zenith hadn’t returned to sleep after he’d taken care of his problem, the past few mornings. “You missed me?”

“Well, yeah! You’re so cuddly in bed.” Right after, Emre’s face pinched, as though he hadn’t meant to admit that.

Zenith’s heart warmed.

In a smaller voice, Emre said, “Is it a bad thing if I’m not with my newborn pup 24/7?”

He looked so guilty that Zenith rolled his chair back from his desk and opened his arms. “Hey, come over here.”

Emre came closer, carefully perching himself on Zenith’s lap. He still held T-Bean cradled against his chest, and he looked like... he belonged.

Zenith wrapped them up in a warm hug. “I think you need to do what keeps you safe and sane,” he murmured, rubbing Emre’s back. “You’re human, and you need rest. If that means taking a break from your pup, do that, so you can go back to being the best dad you can be. As long as the pups are safe and cared for, I don’t see it as a bad thing. Otherwise you might push yourself beyond your limits, and end up resenting the pups.”

Emre shuddered. “Gods, no, that sounds bad.”

“So make sure you’re in a good headspace,” Zenith said. “The way I see it, the pups will benefit when you’re happy.”

“Okay.” Emre sat a little straighter.

“I’ve said it to you before, and I’ll say it again—anytime you need help, tell me, and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks,” Emre said, looking a little overwhelmed. “It’s hard to believe how good you are to me.”

“I try my best.” Zenith pressed a kiss to Emre’s hair, hugging him close. The omega felt so good on his lap, safe and secure. T-Beannuzzled the soft material of Emre’s shirt, looking so at ease that Zenith’s heart swelled.

They relaxed against each other, the silence easy around them. Then Emre turned back to Zenith, his curiosity obvious even before he spoke.

“So... Your manuscript?”

Zenith couldn’t help glancing at his laptop. “Definitelydon’tmention it to Uriel when you see him.”

Eyebrows rising, Emre leaned closer to the screen to see what Zenith had been writing.

It was that hate-fucking scene.

The more Emre read, the hotter Zenith’s face burned. It was one thing to tell people you were an author. It was another thing to tell people you were writing a book about your friends.

It was a whole other alien species for them to read the very explicit sex scene you’d written your friends into.

Fuck, this was mortifying.