Page 73 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Emre watched Zenith and Bean for a while longer, until Huxton cleared his throat.

“You have a guest,” the butler said pointedly. “Please get going so I can put my plan into action.”

Zenith narrowed his eyes. “Don’t get me disqualified from the betting pool.”

“Of course not,” Huxton said, flapping his hand. “Did you think I’m anamateur?”

He adjusted his vintage flight goggles and flounced away. Emre and Zenith exchanged looks.

“C’mon. Uriel wants to make sure you’re okay, anyway.” Zenith winced.

“Why?”

“My... friends are wondering if I kidnapped you and brought you here. They’re joking, of course, but Uriel would still like to make sure.”

Zenith, kidnap him? Emre gave him an incredulous look. Zenith shrugged.

“I’m so offended on your behalf,” Emre said. He scooped Bean out of Zenith’s hands and tucked the pup against his chest. Then he handed Abbie to Zenith, and took his other hand. “Let’s go clear your name.”

Zenith lit up. “You’d do that?”

“Well, yeah! You’re giving me somewhere safe to stay.” Emre dragged Zenith to the front door, and Huxton opened it with a flourish.

The alpha visitor was not what Emre expected.

Uriel was a shorter alpha, with broad shoulders and muscles everywhere Emre looked. His eyes were sharp, mouth unsmiling. But what stood out were the silvery patches on his body—scars, Emre realized. There were so many that, from a distance, his skin looked paler than it actually was. The only thing more distracting than Uriel’s scars, were the wet spots on his shirt where his nipples were.

That, and the baby harness strapped to his back.

Emre couldn’t help it; his mouth betrayed him. “Are you really an alpha?”

Something flickered in Uriel’s eyes, there and gone. He shrugged. “What else would I be?”

He studied Emre intently though, from his head to his feet, like he was looking for injuries.

“I’m okay,” Emre said, standing taller. “I trust Zenith, and I’m here because he asked me nicely.”

Uriel watched Emre’s face for a moment longer, then cracked a smile. “Okay. I believe you.”

“Will you tell the rest that this isn’t a kidnapping?” Zenith asked dryly.

“Sure. Give me a sec.” Uriel pulled out his phone and typed into it. Then Zenith’s phone buzzed, and more buzzes came after that. “Do you need anything aside from what we’ve discussed?”

Zenith shook his head. “Fireproof Emre’s things, create the answer to my problems, and do some maintenance on perimeter security.”

“Oh, oh! I have one!” Huxton cried.

“No,” Zenith said.

“Enchanted toilets,” the butler whispered. “Toilets that will kiss your ass and serenade you with pickup lines.”

Uriel coughed, his lips twitching.

“Only for the toilet inyourquarters,” Zenith said to Huxton. “None of the ones I use. You go ahead and haveyourass lovingly smooched if you want, but I do not needmyass kissed.”

Huxton made exaggerated kissing sounds and cupped his hands like he was cupping someone’s ass. “Not even by the plushest toilet seat? It will cradle your butt cheeks with supreme tenderness.”

“Ugh,” Zenith said. Emre giggled.