Page 100 of The Feral Alpha

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Page 100 of The Feral Alpha

Olson moaned, shuddering. “You’re the hottest fucking alpha alive. Fuck.”

That made Rex tingle all over. In his chest, between his legs. He kept on going until Olson clutched his arm and told him to stop.

“I—I need a break now. Need to breathe. Gods.” Olson sagged limply against the bed, covered in sweat.

“Back to sleep,” Rex murmured, kissing his shoulders. “Take my come. Another baby.”

“I don’t think there’s a second one in there,” Olson mumbled against the sheets.

“Think two babies. Want give Olson three.” Rex rubbed Olson’s belly, which was no longer flat. It had begun to swell a little, but it was even fuller right now because of Rex’s cock and knot.

“Oh, gods.”

Rex kissed his ear. “Pretty Olson.”

“You are pretty.”

Rex laughed. “Okay. I pretty.”

He cuddled Olson in his arms, both of them drifting back to sleep.

Fortunately, Olson’s morning sickness didn’t last long.

“I’m glad I’m not throwing up as often these days,” Olson grumbled as he and Rex hovered over a toilet at the Wine Shack. Rex was rubbing his back, holding out a glass of water that Olson accepted to rinse his mouth. He flushed the toilet and Rex stayed close, walking with him to the sinks.

“Sorry,” Rex mumbled guiltily. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time to give Olson the baby he wanted. It hadn’t occurred to Rex back then that there were side effects, that Olson was the one who’d take the brunt of the discomfort.

Olson huffed, the corners of his lips twitching up. He splashed water on his face and used Rex’s shirt to dry himself, his thin arms wrapping around Rex’s waist. “It’s also my fault, you know. I realized I was going to be pregnant, and I didn’t stop the pregnancy.”

“No want Olson fault,” Rex grumbled. “Olson is good.”

Olson kissed him. “No one is perfect. Everyone has feelings and desires that make them behave a certain way. I wanted your baby.”

Rex’s instincts fluttered with joy.

“Look at you smile,” Olson whispered, his gaze all warm and soft. “C’mon. We have a stool that needs fixing. Let’s see if you can work some magic on it.”

Over the past five months, Olson had been letting Rex help around the apartment and the Wine Shack.

It had begun with Olson trying to fix a stool at home. Rex had watched him fiddle with the screwdriver; when Olson had shown him how screws worked, Rex had taken the entire stool apart. Then he’d practiced putting it back together, gaining a sense of satisfaction when it didn’t fall into pieces. When he’d reassembled the chair a sixth time, it had felt more sturdy in his hands, like something Olson could sit on without it breaking beneath him.

That had made Rex realize he could do some good. That he could be useful.

From there, he’d poked around the apartment, dismantling and reassembling various pieces of furniture. Olson had been surprised when he’d opened a cabinet door and it wasn’t loose anymore; he’d smiled delightedly when he’d bumped into the kitchen table, and it didn’t tremble precariously like it was about to fall apart.

With that development, Olson had stopped focusing so much on Rex learning to read and write. He’d pointed Rex to videos about plumbing and repairs; anytime Rex had a question, he had Rex pause the video so he could get one of their parents to explain. Anytime their friends and family had something to fix, they invited Rex over for some hands-on experience, too.

So, Rex had become the official repair person at the Wine Shack. Olson had plans to enroll Rex in some classes if he ended up deciding that repair work was what he wanted to do for a living; he’d even set up a bank account for Rex, and paid him a wage.

Right now, they also had several childcare videos on Rex’s to-watch queue, because four months would pass in the blink of an eye.

And Olson’s belly was already half the size of a watermelon.

“Baby,” Rex rumbled, following Olson back out into the bar. He wrapped his arms around Olson from behind, rubbing both his hands over Olson’s belly.

Olson was smiling even before Rex peeked over his shoulder.

They headed into the kitchen together, where they found Aaren frowning. Olson had been worried about the chubby omega for a while.




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