Page 108 of The Feral Alpha

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Page 108 of The Feral Alpha

“Tell you what. We’ll draw some pictures for the twins to color when they’re older. We’ll bring a sketchpad to the hospital and everything. Keep your mind off those dark thoughts.”

“Fine,” Rex grumbled.

A contraction rippled through Olson, and Rex hurried to rub his back soothingly, worried again.

“I’ll show you,” Olson murmured when the pain had ebbed. “We’re going to get our happy ending.”

Rex frowned. Olson brought Rex’s hand up, kissing the ring on his finger.

When Rex had received his first paycheck, he’d wanted to give it to Olson immediately. Olson had introduced him to the concept of a wallet, of having his own money that he could spend or save, or do whatever he wanted with.

Then, he’d forbidden Rex from giving him any of it, because relationships shouldn’t revolve around money.

Rex had ended up dragging Olson to the grocery store, buying all the food he’d seen Olson enjoy, and promptly presented the bags of groceries to him.

“For my omega,” Rex had said.

He was doing the same thing now, pulling out blankets and cozy sweaters to pile them on the bed, as many as he could find.

“For you,” Rex said grumpily. “Want you to feel good.”

Olson’s grin was all warmth. He pulled Rex into a hug against his side, kissing him on the jaw. “We could make a nest. Make it comfy for when we get home from the hospital.”

Spurred on by this new mission, Rex busied himself fluffing up the pillows and rolling up the blankets to fashion a low wall along the edge of the mattress. “No baby roll.”

“They won’t learn how to roll that soon,” Olson said with a smile.

“In case,” Rex grumbled. He gathered snacks and set them on the nightstand; he brought over body wipes and a trashcan and some colorful blankets for the twins. He moved the cribs closer so Olson would be able to see the twins from the bed. He even got ready Olson’s favorite socks and body lotion, and the self-heating eye masks that Olson had been obsessing over.

“You’re amazing,” Olson said fondly.

“You,” Rex insisted.

“I guess we can both be amazing together.”

Then Olson went into another contraction, and Rex growled and growled.

It took forever to get Olson to the hospital. Rex went with him despite his dislike for the clean white walls and the scent of disinfectant. What anchored him was Olson’s warmth, and the urge to make sure Olson was safe.

In the hospital room, Olson changed into the flimsy hospital gown, wearing nothing underneath.

Rex had to trail his hands under the gown, making sure he rubbed his scent into every inch of Olson’s skin. So all the doctors and nurses would know who Olson belonged to. “Mine.”

Olson huffed and smiled. “Of course I’m yours.”

Rex dipped his fingers back into Olson, smearing his leftover come between Olson’s cheeks.

Olson flushed a pretty red just as the midwife bustled in; he shoved Rex’s hand off with a guilty look.

“You alphas,” the midwife grumbled.

“Mine,” Rex growled.

“And I’m here to make sure Olson is ready for the birth,” the midwife retorted.

She snapped on a pair of gloves and checked all of Olson, before putting her fingers inside him.

Rex growled. No one touched his omega there but him.




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