Page 71 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

For the last time, I did not kidnap him!

Ace

Pick us, pick us! We’ll help you with the pickup lines.

Raptor

Paint the halls with butts and dicks.

Zenith

No thank you. Bye.

17

URIEL’S SECRET

The next morning,Zenith emerged from the bathroom wearing thick jeans. His hands were wet, his cheeks faintly pink.

No hard line in his pants, though. The muffled groans and ragged breathing had been part of solving that.

Emre had listened to every hot, sinful second of it.

“Let me carry you down the stairs,” Zenith said.

Emre blinked himself back to the present. “Why? I can walk.”

Zenith peered at him with unfairly intense puppy eyes. They were lethal. Weapons ofass destruction.“Please? You might not be fully recovered from the birth.”

“It’s been four days.” Already, Emre felt lighter than he had been, his belly much less round, but not flat like before. He still had some of his weight gain—not a lot, because he had starved a little during his pregnancy. He had his balance back, though. And everything was easier when your human child was now pup-sized, and much lighter than before.

Zenith’s puppy eyes returned.

Emre sighed fondly. “Fine. You may carry me down the stairs, brave soldier.”

Zenith cheered. He swept Emre off his feet and thundered down the stairs, Abbie and T-Bean cradled in Emre’s arms.

At the bottom of the stairs, Buttwheel greeted them excitedly, wheels squeaking as it followed them through the mansion.

“Morning, Buttwheel,” Emre laughed.

Zenith set them down at the breakfast nook, before hurrying into the kitchen. He returned with glasses of milk and OJ. Then he went back in for coffee and formula.

Over the past few days, the alpha had gotten the hang of preparing formula with ease. Abbie was still turning up her nose at it, but T-Bean drank whatever they fed him. It made Emre feel better about letting Abbie nurse from him sometimes, since his body wasn’t ramping up milk production as quickly as he wanted it to.

“When is Uriel showing up?” Emre asked.

“Two hours from now.”

Emre set Abbie on the floor so she could scamper around. Before he could do much else, Zenith was back with a bottle of formula.

“How do you want your eggs today?” Zenith said.

“Sunny side up?”

“You got it. Waffles?”

Emre moaned. “You keep making me all the best food.”