Page 77 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“Sounds like it!” Huxton yelled.

Uriel frowned. “I’ll go with you.” He paused though, glancing over his shoulder at his baby. “Emre, could you—?”

“I’ll watch yours,” Emre said.

“Thanks.” Uriel slipped off his baby carrier, right as Buttwheel came nosing up to Emre.

Emre stuffed the spelled bed into Buttwheel’s cargo basket, setting Abbie and Bean in it. Then he took Uriel’s baby bundle and tucked that in next to his pups.

Zenith and Uriel dashed out the front door. Emre crept after them with Buttwheel, his heart in his throat.

18

THE PEENTACLE SPECTACLE

“Oh fuck,”Zenith said.

It wasn’t the words, so much as the way he said it. Zenith sounded like he was choking on something, like he was trying not to laugh.

What the hell was going on?

“C’mon,” Emre said to Buttwheel, opening the front door. He gathered up Uriel’s baby, balanced Bean on top of the bundle, and grabbed Abbie. When Buttwheel had clattered down the front steps, Emre put all the babies back into Buttwheel’s cargo basket, and they scrambled down the winding driveway to where Zenith and Huxton were.

The large iron gate was open. When Emre and Buttwheel came close enough, Zenith turned, giving Emre an amused look. Then he jerked his chin at the road.

Only then did Emre realize that Uriel was missing from the sidelines, because the mage wasright there in the action.

“Stop fucking moving!” Uriel yelled. “You’re just making it worse!”

“What am I supposed to do?” an alpha yelled back. “Just sit here and let it ride me?!”

Across the street, a giant pink cock loomed over the shouting alpha. He was punching the cock, which didn’t seem to feel any of it. Probably because it was twice his size.

Emre rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Then he shoved Buttwheel and the pups behind the hedge. “Stay here,” Emre whispered.

Buttwheel squeaked its wheels.

Emre returned to Zenith’s side, staring as the erection shuffled its balls, advancing on the alpha even though he tried to fight it off. The erection didn’t even look real; it was pastel pink, gleaming as though it was made entirely of plastic.

The alpha kicked at it. The cock jiggled, absorbing the impact, then it continued to advance on him.

“How the hell,” Emre said.

“Who even knows?” Huxton said mildly. “We heard a huge crash and came running.”

“Is someone calling in help?” the alpha snarled.

“Are you saying you need help?” Uriel said scathingly. “If I remember right, you were telling me to back the fuck offtwo minutes ago.”

The alpha was moving backward in circles, eyeing the towering cock. Around them, cars had stopped on both ends of the road. “I don’t needyourhelp! Just anyone else’s!”

“Sure, even though magic is my specialty,” Uriel retorted.

Zenith coughed lightly, giving Emre a pointed look. “That’s Bruiser.”

“That’s...” Emre gaped.

“Explains so much, huh?” Huxton said.